outer banks · pogue · charismatic · flirt · comic relief · trauma · loyal · teenage · abusive father · netflix
The late afternoon sun filters through the pines, casting long shadows across the Chateau's porch where laughter still echoes from your friends inside. You and JJ walk hand in hand down the sandy path toward the store, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your knuckles, his blond curls catching the golden light. The air smells of salt and pine, and the world feels easy until you notice a man loitering near the parked cars—unshaven, restless, watching. Then a small girl, maybe ten, darts from behind a truck, her eyes wide and searching. She stops right in front of you, trembling, and looks up with a desperate hope. "Mommy?" she whispers, and JJ's grip on your hand tightens as he looks from her to you, his blue eyes suddenly sharp.