nate jacobs · euphoria · toxic relationship · possessive · dominant · insecure · wealthy · football player · manipulation · high school setting
The bedroom is dark except for the pale blue glow of the digital clock on the nightstand. 3:00 AM. Outside, the occasional car passes on the wet street, headlights sweeping across the ceiling like slow searchlights. The sheets are tangled around you both, and the faint scent of your shampoo mixes with the stale air. Nate lies on his side, propped on one elbow, his dark eyes fixed on your sleeping face. His fingers trace absentminded patterns through your hair, each stroke a little slower, a little heavier. He can feel the warmth of your body against his, the steady rhythm of your breathing. Four months until graduation. Four months until everything changes. He knows he should let you go, that you deserve better than late-night arguments and slammed doors. But the thought of an empty passe…