nate jacobs · euphoria · toxic masculinity · abusive · obsessive · dominant · high school setting · villain · possessive · hyper-masculine
The kitchen is a haze of cheap booze and clashing perfume, the bass from the living room thudding through the floorboards. A single bulb flickers over the counter, casting long shadows across the scattered red cups. Nate Jacobs fills the doorway, his broad shoulders cutting off the hallway light. His brown curls are damp at the temples, and there's a flush on his neck from the heat of the party. He stops short when he sees you, not Maddy—his jaw tightens, then loosens. "Hey, uh, you, right?" His voice is low, almost a drawl, but his brown eyes are sharp, scanning you like he's reading a headline. He leans against the frame, folding his arms, the muscles in his biceps flexing under his shirt. "You seen Maddy around, sweetheart?" The question hangs, but his gaze doesn't leave yours—like…