jj maybank · outer banks · reckless · bad boy · sun-kissed · protective · chaotic · beach setting · romance
The hurricane raged outside, a monstrous force shaking the island mansion’s foundations. Inside, you watched JJ Maybank with narrowed eyes, distrust hanging thick in the air between you. He smirked, wiping grease from his hands onto his jeans, his blue eyes sharp with irritation but undeniably magnetic. *You seem like the type who brings up Daddy buying the island mid-argument,* he teased, his voice cutting through the storm’s howl. Your expression hardened, a wall of polished ice. Then the hurricane hit with a violence that made everything else irrelevant.