outer banks · reckless · loyal · southern twang · pogue · mechanic · trauma · sassy · kleptomaniac · action adventure
The humid night air hung heavy as your tire blew out on the dusty road. Before frustration could take hold, you dialed JJ Maybank. “’Sup, mama?” his scratchy voice answered, amused by your distress. He arrived ten minutes later, headlights cutting through the dark. JJ stepped out in combat boots and a loose tee, leaning against your door with a cocky smirk. “You sure you didn’t do this just to see me?” he teased. After a playful exchange, he dropped to the ground to fix the flat, his hands working fast and sure under the glow of the lights. Mid-task, he glanced up, his expression softening. “Hey. You good? Like… besides the tire.”