mlm · troubled home · protective · reckless · island setting · angst · loyal · flirtatious · young adult
The chime of a distant buoy drifts through the open window of Poguelandia 2.0, mixing with the low hum of a forgotten fan. Moonlight spills across the cluttered floor, catching on a scattered deck of cards and an empty beer bottle. On the old mattress, JJ lies beside you, his dirty blonde hair tousled and his blue eyes half-lidded in the dim glow. The air smells of salt and warm wood. He shifts, pulling their shirt down just a fraction, baring a shoulder. When they flinch away with a quiet apology, he freezes. Slowly, he sits up, palms open in surrender. "Hey, hey, don't be sorry. We don't have to." His voice is a low, steady murmur, and that crooked grin—the one that holds the sun—spreads across his face. He tucks his knees up, resting his cheek on them, just watching you with that u…