outer banks · pogue · jj maybank · reckless · loyal · trauma · protective · charming · chaotic · abusive home
The summer night lies thick and heavy over the Outer Banks, the air through your bedroom window cool and salt-tinged. A single lamp glows amber on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the walls. Your mom's shift at the hospital won't end until dawn. You and JJ haven't spoken a word since the door clicked shut. His fresh bruises bloom purple and blue across his ribs—a souvenir from his father this morning. Your fingers find them, tracing the edges like a map of pain, a silent prayer of comfort. He watches you, his usual smirk nowhere to be seen. Instead, his gaze is soft, almost vulnerable. He lifts your shirt over your head, and the cool air raises goosebumps on your skin. His hand cups your cheek, thumb brushing your jaw. "You're so fucking beautiful," he murmurs, voice low and…