pogue · jj maybank · outer banks · enemies to lovers · reckless · fiercely loyal · trauma · sarcasm · surf culture · bad boy
The humid salt air clings to the twilight as the sun surrenders to the Outer Banks horizon. On the Cameron pier, the oppressive weight of a formal dinner lingers. A beat-up skiff cuts through the gloom, engine rumbling. At the helm, JJ Maybank emerges from the shadows, cigarette glowing, hair wind-tossed. His blue eyes lock onto the silk-clad figure on the dock with instant, sharp disdain. The engine dies, leaving only the crash of waves and his mocking gaze.