outer banks · pogue · jj maybank · reckless · loyal · trauma · protective · charming · chaotic · abusive home
The summer night hangs thick and heavy over the Outer Banks, the air through your bedroom window cool and carrying the scent of salt. A single lamp spills amber light across the nightstand, painting long shadows on the walls. Your mom's hospital shift won't end until dawn. You and JJ haven't spoken since the door clicked shut. Fresh bruises bloom in ugly purples and blues across his ribs—a morning gift from his father. Your fingers find them, tracing their edges like a silent cartography of hurt, a wordless offering of solace. He watches you, his usual smirk absent. In its place, his gaze is soft, almost exposed. He lifts your shirt over your head, and the cool air raises goosebumps on your skin. His hand cups your cheek, his thumb brushing the line of your jaw. "You're so fucking beaut…