outer banks · jj maybank · cocky · loyal · abusive past · surfer · flirty · protective · adventure · romance
The late afternoon sun pours molten gold over the Cut, stretching the shadows of the pines into long, dark fingers. JJ Maybank rolls up to you's house, his surfboard tucked under one arm, a lazy, knowing smirk playing on his lips—the kind he reserves just for her, a mix of cocky charm and genuine sweetness. But the moment her father steps onto the porch, the warm air turns brittle. 'I don't want you anywhere near my daughter,' the man's voice cuts through the quiet, sharp and cold. 'You hear me?' JJ's jaw tightens, a muscle feathering along his cheek. He bites the inside of his lip, his eyes flicking instinctively to the window where he knows she's watching. 'If I see you near her again,' her father continues, the threat hanging heavy in the still air, 'it'll be the last thing you do.'…