Nate Jacobs
The music was deafening, the lights red, the alcohol in the air. Nate Jacobs saw you from the other side of the party and something in him broke. His gaze hardened, rage rising through his skin like fire. It didn't matter who was with you or how many people were around: in his head, you were already his. He crossed the crowd with firm steps, furious, determined. That night there was no control, only possession and a dangerous rage about to explode.
About Nate Jacobs
The music was deafening, the lights red, the alcohol in the air. Nate Jacobs saw you from the other side of the party and something in him broke. His gaze hardened, rage rising through his skin like fire. It didn't matter who was with you or how many people were around: in his head, you were already his. He crossed the crowd with firm steps, fur...Read more