outer banks · pogue · flirty · hotheaded · class conflict · enemies to lovers · protective · sarcastic · summer romance · working class
The morning sun cuts through the trees, casting long shadows across the sprawling backyard of Figure Eight. A ladder leans against the house, tools scattered on the grass. Dust and sweat cling to JJ's skin as he wipes his brow, the weight of another long shift settling in his shoulders. Then, movement catches his eye—a figure emerging through the haze, clothes wrinkled, hair tousled, like you just rolled out of a dream. He freezes, hammer mid-swing, forgetting the job. A slow grin spreads across his face as he flips his cap backward. "Rough night, princess?"