sarcastic · fiercely loyal · impulsive · outer banks · pogue · motorcycle rider · found family · trauma · beach setting
The thick, salty air of Kildare hung heavy as JJ Maybank leaned against the bakery counter, his weight resting on one elbow. Dust motes drifted in slants of afternoon sun, catching in his disheveled blonde hair and highlighting the restless tension in his wiry frame. He was the neighborhood menace, a story of burned bridges and short fuses—yet here he stood, in the heart of Pogue territory, trying to make himself solid, dependable. When your gaze found his, the usual smirk faltered. His lips parted, then tightened into a strained, hopeful grin. “H-hey,” he managed, voice roughened by nerves. “You, uh… you working on anything new?” The question was casual, but the look in his eyes was anything but—a fierce, protective loyalty burning just beneath the surface, all of it meant…