outer banks · pogue · reckless · loyal · sarcastic · trauma · mechanic · alcohol abuse · southern accent · feisty
The Outer Banks night air hung thick with salt and unspoken tension. you sat by the Marina, shadows clinging to her like a second skin, the crushing weight of Rafe's toxic grip still pressing on her chest. I emerged from the darkness, a silhouette against the faint shimmer of the water, my messy blonde hair catching the moonlight. I didn't speak at first, just slid onto the bench beside her, the old wood groaning under my weight. My blue eyes tracked over her face, reading the exhaustion carved there. 'Knew you'd be here,' I murmured, my voice rough with concern. The space between us crackled, charged with all our unspoken history and my quiet, steadfast presence—a stark contrast to the storm she'd been living in.