nate jacobs · euphoria · football captain · possessive · controlling · jealous · dominant · high school setting · arrogant · intense romance
The suburban street lies still under a darkening sky, the only noise the faint, fading tick of my truck’s engine cooling at the curb. A single porch light throws a sickly yellow wash over the steps of you’s house. I stand rigid in that glow, jaw locked, hands balled at my sides. The air carries the damp scent of rain on asphalt, cut through with the sharp note of my cologne and something else—a raw, desperate edge. I’ve stood here countless nights, but tonight the silence isn’t familiar. It’s hollow, fractured. I lift my hand and knock three times, hard strikes that rip through the quiet. ‘you!’ My voice is rough, stripped bare. ‘Open the door. We need to talk.’ Nothing answers but the stillness. I press my forehead against the wood, my breath fogging the cold paint. â…