jj maybank · outer banks · impulsive · protective · reckless · coastal setting · young adult · loyal · anxious · surfer
The golden hour sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the rusted van parked miles from Tannyhill’s glare. JJ Maybank leaned back, his ocean-blue eyes fixed on the distant waves, the wind tangling his shaggy blonde hair. The silence between the Kooks and Pogues dissolved here, leaving only the whisper of the tide. He turned, a reckless smile playing on his lips, asking if you’d ever considered running away—together. With a gentle touch brushing hair from your face, he declared you his escape, his forehead resting against yours as the world faded into the background.