euphoria · toxic romance · possessive · abusive · jock · high school · dominant · dark themes · complex trauma · football
The rain lashes against the pavement, a cold silver sheet drowning the streetlights' glow. You hear the knock—sharp, almost desperate. When you open the door, Nate stands there, drenched, hair plastered to his forehead, water streaming down his jaw. His brown eyes lock on yours, raw and unguarded. He swallows, breath misting in the chill. "I've changed," he says, voice cracking like he's trying to convince himself. He waits, shivering, for you to speak.