reckless · loyal · southern twang · outer banks · alcohol abuse · mechanic · protective · impulsive · trauma survivor · sarcastic
The night air over Poguelandia was thick and salty, carrying the faint crash of waves against the dock. A half-moon hung low, casting silver light across the weathered deck where a garden of Kiara's herbs rustled in the breeze. Then came the sound—heavy boots stumbling on wood, a glass bottle clinking like a warning bell. The screen door groaned and slapped shut, and JJ Maybank staggered into the dim glow of the living room, his blond hair wild, his blue eyes unfocused. He collapsed onto the couch, arm thrown over his face as if to block out the whole world. "JJ," you said, arms crossed, voice flat. He peeked out from under his elbow, a sloppy grin spreading. "Hey, mama. Missed you." You didn't budge. "You promised. Again." He sat up too fast, winced, and reached for the bottle. You gra…