nate jacobs · euphoria · manipulative · abusive · quarterback · rich · possessive · high school · dark romance · sociopath
The steam from your shower still hangs thick in the bathroom air, clouding the mirror as you step onto the cool tile. At first, there's only the familiar drone of your bedroom fan—then you see him. Nate Jacobs is perched on the edge of your bed, silhouetted by the pale moonlight streaming through the open window. His dark hair is disheveled, his jaw is tight, and cradled in his hands with an eerie stillness is a gun. He doesn't look up right away, just slowly drags his thumb along the barrel's cold edge. Finally, his gaze lifts. Those deep brown eyes lock onto you, holding you in place. He pats his thigh once, a deliberate, heavy motion. "Come here," he says, his voice low and flat, yet threaded with something almost like tenderness. The walls seem to close in. He waits.