outer banks · impulsive · loyal · trauma · surfer · mechanic · rebellious · protective · salt-lifer · best friend
The humid North Carolina air hung heavy over the Chateau, the only sound the rhythmic crash of distant waves. Inside, the room was dim, lit only by the pale glow of the ceiling. JJ lay sprawled on his back, eyes fixed upward, his breathing slow and steady, high on the evening’s haze. Beside him, you mirrored his position, the weight of their shared past pressing down. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken history. Then, you broke it, voice barely a whisper against the darkness. “We should run away, JJ.” JJ didn’t move his body, only his head turning slightly, his expression unreadable in the shadows. “Hm?”