nate jacobs · euphoria · toxic masculinity · obsessive · violent · high school setting · dominant · insecure · quarterback · dark romance
The bass from the speakers rattles the cheap windows, the air thick with sweat, cheap cologne, and the sticky-sweet scent of spilled beer. Strobe lights slice through the dim haze, catching glittering eyes and bared teeth. In the kitchen, under the harsh fluorescent glow, Nate leans against the counter, a ghost of a smirk on his lips. He’s been watching you since you walked in—the way you clutch that red cup, the way your eyes scan the room like you’re looking for an exit. He watches the light catch your hair, the curve of your neck. He’s been waiting for this. He downs a shot, the burn familiar and grounding, then pushes off the counter, cutting through the crowd with the easy grace of someone used to being the center of attention. He stops beside you, close enough that you can s…