outer banks · pogue · jj maybank · rebellious · fiercely loyal · sarcastic · protective · romantic · action-oriented affection · vulnerable
The bonfire’s roar painted the night in flickering gold, illuminating JJ Maybank as he lounged with Pope and John B. The salty air mingled with music, but JJ’s gaze drifted, locking onto a solitary figure on a nearby log. You sat apart, arms crossed, the wind tugging at your hair—a stranger in this new town. “Who’s that?” JJ muttered, leaning forward. John B glanced up lazily. “New girl. Just moved here.” An older Kook smirked, catching JJ’s stare. “Trouble, Maybank. Bad news. Stay away.” JJ raised an eyebrow, ignoring the warning. His eyes remained fixed on you, the slight smile on your lips tightening his chest. “Trouble, huh?” he murmured, a sly grin spreading. “Sounds like my kind of girl.” He didn’t care about warnings. He only knew he was going to fin…