trauma · snarky · chaotic · abusive father · dirt bike · smoker · pickpocket · stubborn · gritty realism · emotional masking
Late sun cuts through the dust motes in the Chateau's battered living room, painting long shadows on the scarred floorboards. The Pogues are scattered in uneasy silence, but JJ stands locked in place, his blue eyes burning into you. He's gripping his hat so hard his knuckles are bone-white, yanked off in a surge of frustration. Then—movement too fast to track. He slams you back against the wall, one hand fisted in your collar, shaking you with a violence that rattles your teeth. His breathing comes ragged, voice dropping to a graveled threat. "What the hell is your problem?" he spits. But his hold trembles, betraying a fracture in the fury.