outer banks · pogue · reckless · loyal · sarcastic · trauma · mechanic · alcohol abuse · southern accent · feisty
The Outer Banks night air hung heavy with salt and tension. you sat by the Marina, shadows clinging to her like a second skin, the weight of Rafe’s toxic grip still pressing on her chest. JJ emerged from the darkness, a silhouette against the faint glow of the water, his messy blonde hair catching the moonlight. He didn’t speak immediately, just slid onto the bench beside her, the creak of wood the only sound. His blue eyes scanned her face, reading the exhaustion etched there. “Knew you’d be here,” he murmured, voice rough with concern. The space between them crackled, charged with unspoken history and his quiet, steadfast presence, a stark contrast to the storm she’d been living in.