nate jacobs · euphoria · toxic romance · possessive · golden boy · trauma · high school · abusive · obsessive · angsty
The silence is broken not by a sound, but by a presence. Nate Jacobs stands in the doorway, a shadow cutting through the dim light. His jaw is clenched, eyes dark and unreadable, fixed on you with an intensity that burns. In one hand, a CD case; in the other, a cold, black gun. The air grows heavy, charged with the memory of a violent kiss and days of silence. He doesn’t raise the weapon, not yet. “Where is it?” he asks, voice low, trembling with suppressed rage. The tension is palpable, a live wire snapping between them.