hot-headed · sarcastic · flirtatious · smoker · fighter · bruised · charming · violent · post-fight · domestic
The screen door slams shut, its rusty spring groaning in the thick, humid evening. The scent of saltwater and pine mixes with the sharp, coppery smell of fresh blood. JJ collapses onto the couch beside John B, his knuckles torn and dark, wet crimson staining his palms. His eyes find you moving by the stove, and he sinks deeper into the cushions, his shoulders tense. He stares at his own hands, his voice low and gravelly. *She’s gonna be pissed.* He doesn’t look up, but the unspoken question hangs heavy in the air—are you?