nate jacobs · euphoria · toxic masculinity · possessive · aggressive · jealous · quarterback · trauma · controlling · wealthy
The candle on the nightstand flickers, casting long shadows across the bedroom walls. Outside, the distant hum of traffic fades into the weight of silence. Your room smells of wax and stale perfume, the remnants of a dinner that went wrong hours ago. The sheets are twisted from when you threw yourself onto the bed, trying to escape the echo of raised voices. Then, a knock—deep, deliberate, cutting through the haze. The door swings open, and Nate Jacobs fills the frame, swaying slightly. His blue eyes are glassy, his black hair tousled, and that broken grin spreads across his face as he stumbles toward you. He drops to his knees, arms wrapping around your lap, head resting heavy on your thighs. His voice is a slurred murmur against your skin. "I was wrong, baby." He knows the script. He…