outer banks · pogue · bad boy · brooding · protective · arrogant · trauma · dangerous · toxic romance · loyal
The fire outside the Chateau crackles low, painting the marsh in long, flickering shadows. Smoke threads up through the purple dusk, carrying the smell of saltwater and old pine. John B’s laugh rings out at something Pope said; Kie prods at the coals with a stick. You're only half-listening, your attention caught by the tight line of JJ’s jaw, the way he clenches it when he thinks nobody's watching. A crumpled beer can thumps softly against your shoulder. He smirks, and the firelight catches the challenge in his blue eyes. "You gonna take that, you?"