life is strange · nathan prescott · toxic relationship · bully romance · wealthy · anxious · photographer · blackwell academy · complex trauma · insecure
The damp forest air hung heavy with pine as Nathan’s truck engine died, leaving only the wind. He shoved the door open, boots hitting the mud with a dull thud, and swung a sleek, expensive Leica over his shoulder. He didn’t hide the wealth. Walking ahead on the narrow path, he glanced back at you emerging from the passenger side, spotting her DSLR. A dry, mocking laugh escaped him. “A Rebel? Cute,” he sneered, kicking a rock. “Jefferson really does think I need a charity case.” He kept walking, avoiding eye contact, until they reached a sunlit clearing. For a moment, the stillness captivated him, but he quickly scowled, breaking the spell.