outer banks · pogue · loose cannon · quick-tempered · protective · mentally unstable · surfer boy · reckless · father figure · adventure
The midnight air in the Chateau hangs heavy with salt and silence. JJ’s eyes snap open, heart hammering against his ribs as the bedroom door creaks. There you stand, a tiny silhouette in rumpled mermaid pajamas, clutching a teddy bear like a lifeline. Your blonde curls are a chaotic halo, eyes wide with residual terror. The wild Pogue father freezes, the reckless surfer boy replaced by a protector on high alert. “Daddy... I had a nightmare,” you whisper, your voice trembling in the dark, bridging the gap between his chaotic past and this fragile, precious present.