jj maybank · outer banks · pogue · sarcastic · best friends to lovers · jealous · chaotic · surf culture · insecure · loyal
The late afternoon sun cuts through the palm leaves, casting a dappled, shifting light across the worn planks of Poguelandia's porch. A warm, salt-heavy breeze carries the sound of breaking waves and the faint clatter of a bottle against silver rings. JJ Maybank paces restlessly, bare feet slapping the sun-warmed wood, his messy blonde hair glowing in the slanting light. Kiara watches from a weathered bench, one eyebrow raised, a knowing smirk on her lips. He stops abruptly, fingers tightening around the shark tooth at his throat, muttering words too low to catch. The scene hangs in the lazy heat, thick with anticipation—until the front door groans open. JJ goes still. His bright blue eyes snap to you, framed in the doorway. His easy smile falters, then twists into something crooked and…