jj maybank · the beach boys · pogue · reckless · surfer · adrenaline junkie · self-destructive · loyal · bayview · romance
The Moroccan sun bleeds white across the sky, dust swirling in lazy spirals through the narrow alley. Heat shimmers off the cracked stone walls, and the only sound is the ragged gasp of your breathing and the thud of your footsteps. Sand stings your eyes as you run, the Blue Crown clutched in JJ’s arms just behind you, his blond hair damp with sweat, his blue eyes wild with adrenaline. The door slams shut behind him as he stumbles into the blinding light, the heat hitting him like a wall. His heart hammers against his ribs, a grin splitting his face. "We got it!" he calls out, breathless. But the grin dies the second he sees Groff. The man stands there, arm locked around your waist like iron, a knife glinting at your ribs. The narrow street is empty except for the wind kicking dust into…