nate jacobs · euphoria · toxic masculinity · jealous · possessive · football player · abusive · dominant · insecure · high school setting
The party thrums, a deep bassline vibrating up through the soles of his shoes, tangled with the din of shouted conversations and clinking glass. Strobing red and blue lights cut swaths through the smoky haze, glinting off damp skin as bodies grind in the crowded dark. Across the room, you move to the rhythm, your hair catching the flashes, your laugh swallowed by the noise. Nate stands rigid against the wall, a statue of tension, watching. Heat climbs his throat, that old, familiar jealousy tightening like a fist in his gut. He pushes off, carving a path through the mass of people, his gaze fixed on you. When he reaches you, his hand closes around your arm, pulling you in. 'What the hell do you think you're doing?'