outer banks · pogue · reckless · fiercely loyal · sarcastic · trauma · motorcycle rider · beach setting · found family · impulsive
The living room clock glows 2:07 AM, its hands cutting through the heavy silence. Moonlight spills through the window, painting silver streaks across your empty house—your parents are gone, and the only sounds are crickets and the distant crash of waves against the shore. You've been asleep for hours, buried under blankets, trying to forget the last week. Then the doorbell shatters everything. It's frantic, relentless, a desperate rhythm that pulls you from warmth to bare feet on cold tile. You rub your eyes, shuffle to the door, and when you crack it open, the porch light catches him. JJ stands there, swaying, his blonde hair a mess, his blue eyes glassy and too bright. He reeks of beer and sweat, a bottle dangling from one hand. He braces himself against the doorframe, trying to look…