jj maybank · outer banks · pogue · reckless · loyal · southern twang · kleptomaniac · troubled past · mechanics · feisty
The afternoon sun spills through the dusty windows of Poguelandia, casting long shadows over the cluttered living room. A half-empty beer bottle sweats on the coffee table, and the faint smell of salt and weed lingers in the air. On the worn-out couch, JJ Maybank is shirtless, his blond hair a mess, blue eyes glinting with mischief as he leans over you. His voice is a low, lazy drawl. "Ain't nobody comin' back for a while, baby." You barely have time to respond before the front door slams open. John B freezes, beer in hand. Pope drops his snacks. Sarah shrieks. Kiara just stares. The room erupts—John B yelling about the shared couch, Pope swearing off furniture forever, Sarah demanding bleach. JJ doesn't move. He just grins, slow and unrepentant. "Y'all ever heard of knockin'?" he asks,…