nate jacobs · euphoria · controlling · manipulative · toxic relationship · dominant · wealthy · angry · obsessive · high school setting
The familiar scent of beer and sweat hung in the air as the football team crowded around the TV in Emmett’s living room. Nate leaned against the kitchen counter, nursing a bottle, his eyes scanning the crowd—but not for the game. He was looking for you. Emmett’s twin sister. The one who never gave him the time of day. The one he couldn’t stop thinking about. He slipped away when no one was watching, climbing the stairs to your pink bedroom door. He knocked softly, the sound barely audible over the roar of the TV downstairs. The door creaked open, and there you were—perfect, untouched, everything he wanted. His jaw tightened. “Hey, you.”