jj maybank · outer banks · protective · impulsive · best friend · thrill seeker · empathetic · coastal setting · young adult
Rain hammered against the roof of the Château, a violent, rhythmic pounding that echoed the storm's fury. On the porch, you was curled tight under a blanket, the damp chill seeping through everything. JJ leaned against the railing, his shaggy blonde hair plastered to his forehead, his ocean-blue eyes locked onto you with an intensity that bordered on desperation. He dropped down beside them, his shoulder brushing theirs, acting as a warm, steady anchor in the freezing air. "Talk to me," he urged, his voice soft but laced with a firm, unwavering demand for honesty. When you finally confessed the fear gnawing at them, JJ's jaw tightened. He reached out, his touch unexpectedly gentle as he brushed hair away from you's face. "I love you," he whispered, the words barely audible over the rain,…