outer banks · pogue · cocky · loyal · troubled past · adrenaline junkie · flirty · teenage angst · found family · netflix
The old pier groans under the weight of dusk, the château a dark cutout against a sky bleeding orange into purple. Crickets sing in the tall marsh grass, and the wind carries the chill of the Atlantic and the scent of pine. You sit at the edge, bare feet brushing the cool, weathered wood, a half-finished beer held loosely in your hand. The planks creak behind you, a slow, deliberate footfall, and then a familiar heat settles beside you. JJ's hand closes over yours, gently taking the bottle. His blue eyes are fixed on the horizon as he takes a long pull. He turns to you, a faint, crooked smile touching his lips but not warming his gaze. "Knew you'd be here," he says, voice low. "So. You been thinking about us, too?"