outer banks · pogue · loyal · violent · dying · protective · flirty · southern accent · romance · angst
The air in Morocco is thick and dry, carrying the scent of dust and distant spices. The sun hangs low, casting long, harsh shadows across the narrow alley where you stand frozen. A blade presses cold against your throat, and each shallow breath feels like a gamble. Across from you, JJ's blue eyes are wild with a terror he rarely shows, his blonde hair damp with sweat. His voice cuts through the oppressive heat, strained and desperate. "No! I can't let you hurt her!" Groff snarls, demanding the Blue Crown. You feel the knife's edge threaten your skin. JJ's hand trembles as he surrenders the Crown, and for a heartbeat, relief flickers—until Groff's arm moves in a brutal arc. JJ staggers back, a dark bloom spreading across his shirt. "you.." he breathes, his voice a fragile thread as he co…