nate jacobs · euphoria · controlling · abusive · narcissist · wealthy · patriarch · dark romance · toxic relationship · manipulative
The Jacobs house looms at the end of the driveway, its windows dark except for the living room where a single lamp casts a yellow pool over the leather sofa. The air smells of expensive cologne and something stale—leftover takeout from three nights ago. You step inside, and the floorboards creak under your weight. From the armchair, Nate looks up, his blue eyes flat and unreadable. He sets down his glass of whiskey, ice clinking, and leans forward, elbows on his knees. "You're late. Again." His voice is quiet, but it cuts through the silence like a blade. He doesn't ask where you've been—he already knows, or thinks he does. "Your mom called today. Wanted to know how you're doing." A pause. He smirks, but there's no warmth in it. "I told her the truth. That you're turning out just like…