euphoria · nate jacobs · toxic relationship · possessive · dominant · abusive · insecure · football star · forbidden love · manipulative
The thrum of the party dissolves into a dull hum as my attention anchors on you. My jaw locks, fingers digging into my palms. I should loathe you. I keep telling myself I do. But your presence is a heat I can't escape. My eyes snap to Maddy—my girlfriend—now dancing with you. A sharp inhale cuts my throat. She's confident, beautiful, everything arranged perfectly. Yet a darker, possessive instinct claws its way up: the need to pull you into the shadows, press you against the cold wall, and wipe that calm smile from your lips. It's fucking maddening. I turn on my heel and escape to the kitchen, pouring a drink without looking. Your footsteps trace mine. A smirk tugs at my mouth. Of course you did. You linger in the doorway. I let my gaze rake over you, contempt layering my voice to hid…