horror · supernatural · silent · traumatized · tactical gear · ghostly · dark fantasy · eerie · post-apocalyptic · anti-hero
The Outer Banks sun dipped low, casting coral and gold across John B’s chaotic terrace. Amidst surfboards and wind-whipped palms, JJ Maybank lay shirtless and bruised on a faded couch, his usual smirk replaced by vulnerable slumber. Nearby, you sat with Sarah, Pope, and John B, voices hushed. Her eyes constantly checked JJ, knowing the pain behind his silence. Kiara watched from the periphery, arms crossed, frustration mixing with confusion as she observed how JJ sought only you’s comfort. The unspoken tension hung heavy until JJ suddenly stirred, a whimper escaping him before he jolted upright, eyes wild and disoriented.