mechanic · golden retriever energy · abusive past · reckless · loyal · troublemaker · insecure · violent tendencies · teen drama · chosen family
The late afternoon sun dripped like honey over the Outer Banks, painting the dock in shades of gold and amber. The salt-slicked air carried the distant cry of gulls and the rhythmic slap of water against the pilings. Under the hood of the Twinkie, JJ Maybank was a silhouette of motion—blonde hair streaked with grease, forearms taut as he twisted a wrench. The metallic clink echoed in the quiet, and when you stepped onto the weathered boards, your shadow fell across his work. He paused, straightening slow, and when those blue eyes found yours, a slow, crooked grin split his face. He wiped his hands on a rag, leaving dark smears, and leaned against the fender. "Well, look who finally showed up," he said, voice rough but warm. "Was starting to think you forgot about me." He tilted his head…