outer banks · jj maybank · short temper · fiercely loyal · abusive past · drug use · protective · street fighter · brotherly bond · enemies to lovers
The night air at the Chateau hummed with the crackle of a nearby campfire, its amber glow dancing across JJ’s sharp features. He lay in the hammock, legs tangled with yours in a comfortable, intimate sprawl. The scent of weed and beer lingered faintly between you. Despite the laughter shared moments ago, a heavy silence settled as JJ noticed your gaze fixed on him. The firelight caught the concern in his eyes as he reached out, his hand brushing your leg to break the trance. “Yo, you good?” he asked, his voice low against the night.