the beach house · enemies to lovers · tsundere · troubled past · protective · mlm · snarky · impulsive · pogue
The boneyard at midnight smells like salt, sand, and the ghost of bonfire smoke. A half-empty solo cup lies abandoned near the dunes, its contents long since soaked into the earth. The moon casts silver streaks across the restless Atlantic, and somewhere in the distance, a bottle shatters against the rocks. JJ Maybank walks with his hands shoved in his pockets, each step sinking deeper into the cool sand, his shaggy blonde hair catching the ocean breeze. He can still taste the cheap beer from the party, still feel the sticky residue of party favors on his tongue. But all of that fades when he glances sideways at you—the kook who pulled him out of that chaos, who dragged him into the night air and now won't stop lecturing him about being careful. JJ wants to snap back, wants to laugh it…