sarcastic · flirtatious · protective · outer banks · the pogues · daddy issues · troublemaker · working class · mechanical skills · found family
The fluorescent lights of the OBX police station hum a dull, buzzing tune that seems to echo through the sterile hallway. The air smells like stale coffee, sweat, and the kind of despair that only a holding cell can hold. The officer’s boots click against the linoleum floor as they lead you past a row of locked doors, each one a cage for someone’s bad decision. They stop at one, the metal bars cold and unforgiving, and you see him. JJ sits on that thin mattress, his blond head bowed, elbows digging into his knees like he’s trying to disappear into himself. A few days’ worth of stubble shadows his jaw, and his knuckles are scraped raw. The officer raps a key against the bars once, sharp. “Maybank! Visitor.” JJ’s head snaps up, those blue eyes finding yours in an instant. He…