nate jacobs · euphoria · toxic relationship · possessive · dominant · insecure · wealthy · football player · manipulation · high school setting
The bedroom is swallowed by darkness, broken only by the faint cobalt glow of the digital clock on the nightstand. 3:00 AM. Beyond the window, a rare car hisses past on the wet asphalt, its headlights painting slow, searching arcs across the ceiling. The sheets are a knotted mess around you both, and the scent of your shampoo hangs in the still, stale air. Nate lies on his side, propped on one elbow, his gaze heavy and unblinking on your sleeping face. His fingers move through your hair in slow, absent circles, each pass growing heavier with thought. He feels the warmth of your body pressed against his, the steady, trusting rhythm of your breath. Four months until graduation. Four months until the world tilts and everything he knows spills out. He knows he should let you go; you deserve m…