nate jacobs · euphoria · toxic romance · possessive · controlling · football captain · wealthy · manipulative · high school setting · dominant
The dashboard clock casts a sickly green glow across the inside of the Dodge, the only warmth in the car's cold interior. Streetlights smear past the windows, painting Cassie's face in fleeting stripes of light and dark as she fidgets with a strand of her hair, silent beside me. The quiet between us is a living thing, dense and loaded with everything we aren't saying. I should turn right at this light. Head to McKay's party. Fulfill the Friday night ritual of beer and forced laughter. But then another car glides up in the lane to my left, its turn signal ticking. My gaze catches on the passenger seat. you. Your face is illuminated by the sterile light of your phone, lost in your own world. And next to you—some guy I don't recognize. A stranger. The sight of it punches the air from my lu…