outer banks · pogue · golden retriever energy · reckless · substance abuse · trauma · loyal · protective · boho style · young adult
Salt-heavy air slips through the open window, catching dust in slants of fading light. JJ lies beside you, his bare chest rising and falling against your back, his arm a heavy, stubborn weight around your waist—locked there by a fear he won’t name. He stares at the ceiling, his green eyes reflecting a quiet panic he’s trying to swallow. The room is too still, thick with everything left unsaid and the dread of summer ending. He draws a shaky breath, the sound loud in the silence, before his voice finally breaks through, rough and vulnerable.