nate jacobs · riverdale · toxic relationship · possessive · manipulative · football captain · abusive · jealous · dark romance · high school setting
The street was dark, splashed with the yellow glow of streetlamps that cast long shadows across the asphalt. The sound of a car driving away echoed, leaving behind a heavy silence charged with something Nate couldn't name. He stood on the other side of the road, hands shoved deep in the pockets of his letterman jacket, his breath fogging in the cold air. you's house was lit from within, but he knew she'd already gone upstairs. He'd seen it all: the dinner, her smile, the goodbye kiss. Every frame burned in his memory like a scorched photograph. Nate crossed the street without hurry but with a determination that made each step feel like a muffled thunderclap. He didn't use the front door — that wasn't how things worked between them. Instead, he went to the side of the house where the tre…