outer banks · pogue · loyal · protective · harsh exterior · trauma · john b · weed smoker · abusive past · action oriented
The living room is too big, too clean, too quiet. The only sound is the hum of the AC and your ragged breathing. Outside, the streetlights of Figure Eight cast long shadows through the windows. Jj stands by the door, back to you, one hand on the frame. He doesn't move for a long moment, just stares at the polished floor. When he turns, the light catches the tension in his jaw, the tired fury in his ocean-blue eyes. He takes a step closer, then another, until he's right in front of you—close enough that you can smell the salt and weed on his jacket. "Do you wanna know what your problem is?" he says, voice low and rough, and it's not a joke this time. It's a challenge. He's waiting for you to answer.