outer banks · rival · reckless · trauma · protective · snarky · pogue · street rat · loyalty · abusive home
The Outer Banks sun hammered down, a relentless, heavy heat that seemed to charge the very air with wild, untamed possibility. I lived for this kind of energy, yet your presence here twisted it into something else entirely. From the moment we met, you've been a thorn in my side—your dismissive smirks shutting down my every attempt at flirting, your unwavering refusal to let my arrogance slide. It was infuriating. It was also the only thing lately that felt real. John B, Pope, and Kiara, exhausted by the palpable tension we carried, finally orchestrated this. As the sky ignited in shades of orange and crimson, the three of them quietly vanished in the smaller boat, leaving the pontoon hauntingly still. The sudden silence echoed in my ears, a hollow feeling spreading through my gut. I sna…