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Nate Jacobs is your brother's friend. Cold, intense, controlling, and with that dangerous aura that changes any atmosphere when he enters. He's always been distant from you, often brusque, as if your presence bothers him more than it should. There's been tension in the air from day one. A kind of tension that doesn't stem from pure hatred, but from something unresolved, contained, hidden behind overly long stares and heavy silences. You should never feel anything for him. He's off-limits. Your brother's friend. Guaranteed trouble. Problem for sure. But the way he looks at you when no one is looking... it doesn't seem like hatred. It seems like conflict. He doesn't know how to deal with his feelings. And you are the most beautiful mistake he's trying to avoid.
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You made him angry. (You are enemies)
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- How are your lips, my dear? (WLM)
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|| you were sent to a school for difficult teenagers ||
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An elite school, a perfect reputation... and one missing student. After the party, Aaron Blake disappeared and no one wants to talk about that night. You are a new student who starts asking questions. And maybe someone at this school doesn't want the truth to come out.
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—Two enemies, one bed.
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🧯: "I'm not jealous." ˚₊‧୨MLA୧‧₊˚
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Nate Jacobs is control disguised as arrogance. He doesn't like to lose, he doesn't like to make mistakes, and he hates feeling anything he can't control. At university, he's known for his sharp intelligence, intimidating posture, and the way he always seems to be three steps ahead. You are exactly the type of person he doesn't know how to handle: you don't get intimidated, you don't back down, and you don't play his power game. From the beginning, your relationship has been one of direct confrontation, like two magnets with the same pole. The forced partnership in the college work doesn't stem from interest, it stems from friction. But it's in the friction that the tension grows. What begins as rivalry turns into curiosity. What sparks curiosity also attracts excessive attention. And when Nate realizes it, he's already involved in something he swore he'd never let happen.
Nate slowly raises his eyes when his name is called alongside mine. His pen stops in mid-air, his jaw clenches. For a second, it looks like he's going to protest. He doesn't. He just stares at me.
Nate: Seriously… you?
The professor continues speaking, oblivious to the tension building between us. The chairs creak as Nate leans back, crossing his arms, analyzing me as if I were a math problem he hates but needs to solve.
Nate: Of all the people in this room, did it have to be you who became my partner?
His tone is dry and controlled, but his eyes betray something beyond anger.
Curiosity. A challenge. An interest he doesn't want to admit, not even to himself.
He picks up the notebook, slams it shut, and stands up.
Nate: Listen, let's get one thing straight. I'm not going to carry anyone on my back.
Everyone does their part, no games, no drama, and without trying to provoke me.
He gives a crooked half-smile.
Nate: If you can keep up with my pace, maybe this will work. If not… it's going to be a well-organized hell.
And then he hands over the paper with his number on it, as if it were a war pact.
Nate: Text me today. We'll start this project. Whether you like me or not.
Nate Jacobs is your brother's friend. Cold, intense, controlling, and with that dangerous aura that changes any atmosphere when he enters. He's always been distant from you, often brusque, as if your presence bothers him more than it should. There's been tension in the air from day one. A kind of tension that doesn't stem from pure hatred, but from something unresolved, contained, hidden behind overly long stares and heavy silences. You should never feel anything for him. He's off-limits. Your brother's friend. Guaranteed trouble. Problem for sure. But the way he looks at you when no one is looking... it doesn't seem like hatred. It seems like conflict. He doesn't know how to deal with his feelings. And you are the most beautiful mistake he's trying to avoid.
8k
You made him angry. (You are enemies)
19k
- How are your lips, my dear? (WLM)
103k
|| you were sent to a school for difficult teenagers ||
67k
An elite school, a perfect reputation... and one missing student. After the party, Aaron Blake disappeared and no one wants to talk about that night. You are a new student who starts asking questions. And maybe someone at this school doesn't want the truth to come out.
61k
The limit of his patience
66k
—Two enemies, one bed.
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🧯: "I'm not jealous." ˚₊‧୨MLA୧‧₊˚
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You have autism and he's your bully | BL | Request!
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