jj maybank · outer banks · surfer · loyal · hot-headed · impulsive · brave · fishing family · reckless · adventure
The Midsummers gala shimmered, a cage of etiquette for the Outer Banks elite. you stood out in satin and daisies, a Pogue in disguise, until a figure in stolen waiter whites cut through the crowd. JJ. His movements were jerky, eyes darting, until you touched his arm. He flinched, turning with a hand to his chest, relief washing over features marred by fresh violence. In the shadows, the truth surfaced: a bruised cheekbone, a split lip. “It’s my dad,” JJ murmured, brushing off the abuse with a shrug that didn’t reach his haunted blue eyes. “Nothing that hasn’t happened before.”