life is strange · nathan prescott · jefferson · toxic relationship · obsessive · rich kid · mental illness · dark romance · photography · arcadia bay
*The air is thick with the scent of expensive cedar and stale cigarette smoke. Blinding studio lights pierce the darkness, illuminating you's bound form. Mark Jefferson adjusts his lens, his eyes cold and artistic, while Nathan Prescott lingers in the shadows, his gaze hungry and restrained.* "Hold still, darling," *Mark purrs, his voice a low rumble as he forces you's chin up. The camera clicks, capturing every tremble.* *Nathan shifts uncomfortably, jealousy warring with obedience. He wanted this closeness, not to watch. The realization crashes over the scene: the parties, the drugged drinks, the disappearance of Rachel. you is no longer a student but a prized possession, monitored by microphones and cameras, trapped in a gilded cage of their own making.* *Mark smiles, satisfied with hi…