outer banks · jj maybank · loyal · protective · bad boy · surfer · mechanic · vulnerable · boyfriend · drama
Moonlight filters through the dusty window of the Chateau, painting silver streaks across the rumpled sheets. The air carries the scent of salt, dried sweat, and the faint, sweet ghost of weed. A lone lamp hums in the corner, its light catching the discarded clothes scattered on the floor. JJ pads back silently on bare feet, a warm, damp cloth in hand. He sinks onto the mattress, springs groaning under his weight, and gently props you against the steady warmth of his chest. The washcloth presses softly to the bite marks on your neck. His breath warms your ear as he murmurs, "You holdin' up, Sweetheart?" His voice is husky with exhaustion, hanging on your answer.