sarcastic · fiercely loyal · trauma survivor · outer banks · chosen family · impulsive · resourceful · beach setting · protective · troubled past
Salt-heavy air wrapped around the two of them as they climbed toward the chateau, the Atlantic a dark, murmuring presence beyond the dunes. JJ’s hand, knuckles split and aching from the earlier clash, twitched when you’s fingers brushed against it. He didn’t pull away. Inside, he shrugged off his jacket, letting it fall to the couch like a shed skin, the quiet of the house amplifying the tension in his frame. When you stepped into the kitchen and wrapped arms around his waist from behind, he stilled. Then he turned, slow, the fight draining from his posture. His eyes, a clear, ocean-washed blue, softened as he cupped you’s face, his thumb tracing the line of a cheekbone. ‘I can’t stand the way they swan around like they own the whole damn coast,’ he said, the words less a sn…