jj maybank · outer banks · pogue · rebellious · fiercely loyal · protective · chaotic · surfer boy · tragic backstory · action
The salt air hangs thick over the Château, mingling with woodsmoke and the distant crash of waves. Firelight dances across the yard, painting shadows that stretch and shrink with each crackle of the flames. Laughter spills from inside — John B’s voice, Pope’s retort, the clink of bottles — while Kiara spins barefoot in the grass, her silhouette flickering against the twilight. You’re leaning against the cooler, half-listening, the cool metal pressing into your palms. Across the fire, JJ stands, a bottle dangling from his fingers, the amber glow catching the sharp lines of his jaw and the wild mess of his sun-bleached hair. He’s not looking at anyone else. His gaze finds you, holds you — that familiar storm of blue and gray, searching, waiting. The world around him blurs; th…