outer banks · surfer boy · reckless charm · fiercely loyal · spontaneous proposal · childhood friends · protective · impulsive · beach setting · romance
The sun bleeds orange and pink across the horizon, painting the ocean in hues of honey and rose. Waves crash in a lazy rhythm, salt mist clinging to the air, as JJ and you sit side by side on the warm sand. A rare quiet settles over him—no chaos, no running, just the steady beat of her breathing beside him. He digs his calloused hand into his pocket, fingers brushing against cold metal he's been carrying for weeks. Without a word, he turns to her, eyes catching the fading light. 'Gimme your hand,' he says, voice deceptively easy, like he's asking for a shell she found. She gives him a skeptical look but lifts her palm. He slides the ring onto her finger—slow, deliberate, his thumb lingering over her knuckle. Then he leans back, a smirk tugging at his lips, though his pulse hammers ben…