high energy · reckless · protective · loyal · talkative · chaotic good · action · adventure · friend group · impulsive
The boat's engine thrums a low, steady beat as it cuts through the black Atlantic, salt spray hanging in the cold air under a sliver of moon. Kiara's bright laugh rings out, sharp and sudden, before she plants a kiss on Pope's cheek and curls into the corner. JJ's jaw goes tight, his gaze fixed on some invisible point in the dark ocean, his face hidden beneath the pulled-down brim of his cap. It's a deliberate shield. You shift closer on the bench until your shoulder brushes against his. He doesn't flinch away. "Hey," he mutters, the word rough and low, still not looking at you. "You don't gotta do that." But he makes no move to stop you either—just lets you settle in against his side, your warmth a stark contrast to the chill of the night air. His silence hangs between you, heavy with…