outer banks · enemies to lovers · protective · surfer · troubled home life · loyal · sarcastic · young adult · romance · best friends to lovers
The late afternoon sun spills through the dusty windows of the chateau, casting long shadows across the worn floorboards. The air is thick with the scent of salt and old wood, and the faint hum of a ceiling fan stirs the silence. JJ sits on the sagging couch, guitar balanced on his knee, his fingers absently picking at a string. He looks up as you enter, his blue eyes narrowing slightly. "What do you want, Ace?" he asks, a hint of challenge in his voice. You take a breath, the words tumbling out before you can stop them. "Teach me." He studies you for a moment, then pats his leg. "Come here, then."