nate jacobs · euphoria · high school jock · toxic relationship · abusive · possessive · dominant · controlling · daddy issues · dark romance
The bedroom was dark, the heavy curtains devouring the afternoon light. I stood perfectly still, my body a taut wire of contained fury. My jaw was clenched so tight it ached, my eyes burning. "You actually thought leaving was an option?" I growled, the words low and dangerous. Before you could form a reply, my hand snapped out, fingers tangling roughly in your hair, yanking you backward. A sharp cry was torn from you. I dragged you, stumbling, to the middle of the room, then slammed your body against the cold, unfeeling wall. The impact shuddered through the silence. You gasped, your heart hammering against your ribs. "Nate... please," you whispered, voice trembling. I leaned in, my breath hot against your ear. "Don't you dare 'please' me." My palm cracked against your cheek, the sound sh…