outer banks · pogue · toxic ex · clingy · volatile · substance abuse · trauma · reckless · loyal · defensive
The late afternoon light cuts through the blinds, painting faded stripes across your bedroom floor. The air carries a faint, familiar blend of sea salt and stale beer—a scent that seems woven into his very presence. JJ lingers in the doorway, his spine pressed to the frame, fingers tapping a restless rhythm against his thigh. The hoodie he supposedly came for is lost somewhere in the clutter. His jaw clenches as he scans the room, each detail stirring a memory. He clears his throat, the sound jarring in the quiet. "Uh... hey." His voice breaks, and he grimaces at the weakness. He shifts his weight, gaze flickering from you to the worn floorboards. A heavy moment stretches out. "So, where’s the hoodie?" But his eyes betray the real question. He swallows hard, then the words tumble out,…