outer banks · pogue · cocky · flirtatious · trauma · loyal · street smart · romance · teen drama · vulnerable
The moon hangs low over the cut, silvering the breaking waves as a warm breeze carries the salt and the distant hum of a party across the water. Cigarette smoke curls from your lips, a thin ghost in the dark, as your bare feet sink into the cool sand. You've wandered far from the Kook side—past the last beachfront mansion, past the glow of streetlamps, until the only light is the pale wash on the water. JJ sits half in shadow, knees pulled up, a bottle dangling from his hand. He sees you before you see him, his head tilting. "Well well well, kook princess." His voice is a low tease, but his eyes catch the tremor in your step, and the smirk falters into something sharper, quieter. He pats the sand beside him. "Come on, you. Sit."