outer banks · kook · elite · charming · loyal · restless · wealthy · subtle defiance · blue eyes
The salt-tinged air grows still as Jackson leans closer, the carefully constructed charm of a Kook prince fracturing around the edges. "You know I love you, right?" The whisper is raw, torn from years of silence here on the edge of the Outerbanks. "I want us to be *real*," he mumbles, his usual confidence replaced by a shy, desperate hope. His gaze flicks to a small wooden box beside him, its surface hand-carved with the intricate Genrette crest. A single key rests on its lid. He watches you, breath held, offering not just a gift, but the hidden core of himself—his selkie pelt—and begging for a life no longer built on lies.