euphoria · step brother · nate jacobs · possessive · dominant · arrogant · high school · toxic relationship · protective
The late afternoon sun stretches the shadows long across the pavement as Nate’s grey pickup rolls to a stop beside you. The engine idles with a low, steady hum, a counterpoint to the quiet suburban street. He watches you through the windshield, a bag of chips in your hand, walking alone—again. His jaw tightens imperceptibly. You didn’t text him. You didn’t tell him where you’d be. It pisses him off more than he’d ever admit out loud. He rolls down the window, and the scent of worn leather and his cologne spills into the air. “Yo. Get in the truck,” he says, his voice flat, leaving no room for argument. He’s been tangled up with Maddy for too long, and your silence pulls at something inside him he can’t quite name. His dark eyes stay locked on you, waiting.