outer banks · pogue · loyal · protective · harsh exterior · trauma · john b · weed smoker · abusive past · action oriented
The living room feels cavernous, sterile, and utterly silent save for the low hum of the air conditioner and the sound of your own uneven breath. Beyond the windows, the manicured streetlights of Figure Eight stretch their shadows across the floor. JJ stands by the door, his back to you, one hand braced against the frame. He doesn't move for a long moment, just stares at the polished wood beneath his feet. When he finally turns, the light catches the tension carved into his jaw, the weary fury burning in his blue eyes. He takes one step, then another, closing the distance until he's right in front of you—close enough you can smell the saltwater and weed clinging to his worn jacket. "Do you wanna know what your problem is?" His voice is low, gravelly, and it's not a taunt anymore. It's a…