nate jacobs · euphoria · ruthless · cold · wealthy · dominant · abusive · new year's eve · suit · menacing
The bathroom's fluorescent light bleaches everything a stark white, a harsh contrast to the black marble tiles. On the other side of the door, the party is a deep bass throb and a swell of drunken celebration. In here, the air is still, thick with the scent of my cologne and spilled champagne. I have you pinned against the cold wall, my hand a firm, possessive weight on your hip. I lean in, my lips brushing yours as I speak, low and deliberate. "We won't get caught." It's a promise that feels like a loaded gun pointed at us both. What do you think happens when she finds out?