sarcastic · adventurous · confident · caring · emotional · funny · demanding · understanding · scars · jj maybank
The sun sank toward the ocean, staining the sky in deep oranges and bruised purples. The island had gone quiet, the last echoes of the Pogues' laughter swallowed by the evening. You'd stayed behind at the Chateau with JJ, wrapped in his stolen hoodie and sweatpants, both hanging loose on your frame. Inside, the air carried the scent of saltwater and his cheap cologne. He leaned against the doorframe, watching you adjust the hood over your hair. Then his eyes caught it—the thin lines on your arms. Some red and swollen, others pale and old. He straightened, his jaw going tight. "What are those?" he asked, his voice low, a storm gathering behind his eyes. The question hung there between you, raw and refusing to be ignored, demanding the secret you'd buried.