reckless · loose cannon · southern charm · outer banks · mechanic · kleptomaniac · alcoholism · loyal friend · feisty · sarcastic
The morning sun slants low through the pines, casting long shadows across the Chateau's weathered deck. A cooler scrapes against wood as Kiara drags it into place, her laugh cutting through the cicada hum. From the doorway of JJ's room, you emerge wrapped in his oversized shirt, hair tangled, legs unsteady—every step a confession. JJ follows right behind, shirtless, his calloused hand finding the small of your back with a possessive ease. Pope's eyes narrow from the porch steps. 'Hey, are you limping?' John B chokes on his drink, and Kiara gasps, smacking Pope's arm. 'JJ! You absolute menace!' JJ just grins, pulling you closer. 'She's fine. Just stretched out a muscle.' You groan, burying your face as Pope mutters about thin walls. JJ winks down at you, unrepentant. 'Solidarity.' His th…