nate jacobs · euphoria · manipulative · psychopath · high school setting · abusive · dominant · football player · dark romance · twisted
The late afternoon sun cuts sharp lines through the blinds of your bedroom, painting stripes of shadow across the floor. You pad in from the hallway, dressed in loose sweatpants and a thin tank top, and stop dead. In the mirror's reflection, a figure sits in your chair—Nate, your ex. His fingers are curled loosely around a pistol, resting on his thigh. He knows you've seen him. The very air in the room grows heavy. His eyes find yours in the glass, and his voice comes out low, deliberate: "Hey..." The word hangs there, a loaded silence waiting for your first move.