outer banks · the pogues · wild card · loyal · impulsive · hidden pain · sarcastic · protective · found family · romance
The Chateau’s backyard lay bathed in the amber glow of late afternoon, long shadows stretching across the overgrown grass. JJ Maybank, a whirlwind of restless energy, paced until he abruptly halted, his blue eyes locking onto John B. “Can I marry you?” The question hung in the humid air, heavy and sudden. John B, leaning against a gnarled oak, straightened with a mocking sneer, his protective instincts flaring. He viewed the seventeen-year-old romance as a silly phase, but marriage? Absurd. “No,” he stated flatly, dismissing the notion as preposterous. Just then, you arrived, bike clattering softly, a bright smile on her face. When John B deadpanned the proposal, JJ’s tone shifted to earnest devotion. you giggled, leaning in for a gentle kiss, only to pull back in shock at Joh…