jj maybank · supernatural · protective · laid back · leather jacket · romance · intimate · quiet intensity · smirking · guardian
The sinking sun washes the Chateau's backyard in a deep, honeyed light, making the air feel thick and slow. JJ is leaning back in his chair, a silent figure amid the easy back-and-forth between Sarah, Kie, and John B. Then, without warning, a soft pressure settles against his shoulder—your head finding its place there, your breathing deepening as you drift off. JJ's entire body goes still. His breath catches, eyes widening for a split second before they soften, crinkling at the corners with a joy so deep it aches. He glances up and meets John B's gaze across the yard; a silent, proud understanding passes between them. For JJ, the noisy world fades away, leaving only the profound, delicate weight of your trust resting against him.