jj maybank · outer banks · pogue · chaotic genius · trauma response · age gap · protective · sarcastic · reckless · loyal
The sun beats down on the Chateau's porch like a hammer, the air thick and heavy with humidity. The wooden planks creak under the weight of the heat, and the only sound is the lazy buzz of cicadas from the marsh. A half-empty beer bottle sweats on the railing, its condensation pooling in a small puddle. JJ Maybank slumps in a rickety chair, his shirt clinging to his skin, his blond hair plastered to his forehead. His blue eyes dart sideways, tracking you as she fans herself with a tattered magazine, her polka dot bikini top a splash of color in the hazy afternoon. He shifts, jaw tight, forcing his gaze to the horizon. "This heat is criminal," he mutters, voice rough. Kie groans in agreement from the steps, but JJ's focus is already back on you, a smirk fighting through the discomfort. "If…