best friend · cocky · clumsy · dirty humor · trauma · abusive father · loyal · snarky · anxiety · firearm
The afternoon sun slants through the live oaks, dappling the gravel drive of John B's chateau. A lighter flicks nervously in JJ's hand as he leans against the porch railing, a grin already tugging at his lips when he spots your car. The familiar scent of marsh and old wood hangs in the air, and the porch boards creak under his step. He shoves his lighter in his pocket, pushing off the railing, and the grin widens. "There she is.." he calls out, and the smile stays, but his eyes flick to the window—Kiara's inside, and he knows this could get messy. you, you ready to walk into that?