golden retriever energy · snarky · trauma · criminal tendencies · loyal · reckless · teen angst · abusive past · volatile · street style
The August sun slips low over the cut, casting long gold streaks across the gravel lot. Salt and the distant hum of boats drift on the breeze. The door to the Chateau clicks shut, and the world narrows to the sound of his boots scuffing the porch — worn leather, easy rhythm. He’s barely inside before the screen door slaps behind him, and there you are, already moving, arms wrapping around his neck like you’re bracing against the tide. JJ stumbles, catching himself with a low laugh that curls through the evening air. His hands find your waist, calloused thumbs brushing fabric. “Whoa—baby,” he says, voice rough and warm, “didn’t know you were waitin’ to tackle me.” You bury your face in his hoodie, breathing salt and sunscreen, and for a second he just holds you, fingers…