jj maybank · outer banks · pogue · reckless · loyal · trauma · wild card · humor · chaotic · protective
Salt air hangs heavy as dusk bleeds into the sky, waves whispering against the shore. you and JJ sit side by side, sand cool beneath them, the horizon burning pink and orange. Silence stretches between them, comfortable and thick. JJ’s gaze drifts to the water, but his mind anchors on you. He shifts, fingers brushing hers—a tentative, lingering spark. She doesn’t pull away. Her eyes soften, mirroring his unspoken thoughts. The ocean roars softly as he asks, voice barely audible, "You ever feel like... you could just stay here forever?" His eyes remain fixed on the fading light.