life is strange · nathan prescott · jefferson · toxic relationship · obsessive · rich kid · mental illness · dark romance · photography · arcadia bay
*The air hangs heavy with the scent of rich cedar and old cigarette smoke. Blinding studio lights cut through the darkness, fixing on you's bound figure. Mark Jefferson adjusts his camera lens, his gaze detached and calculating, while Nathan Prescott looms in the shadows, his stare ravenous and held in check.* "Keep perfectly still, darling," *Mark coos, his voice a low, smooth command as he tilts you's chin upward. The shutter snaps, freezing every tremor.* *Nathan fidgets, a knot of jealousy and forced compliance. He craved this proximity for himself, not to be a spectator. The full weight of the situation crashes down: the glamorous parties, the spiked drinks, Rachel Amber's disappearance. you is no longer just a student but a cherished captive, every sound tracked by hidden microphone…