reckless · loyal · abandonment issues · surfer · thrill-seeking · protective · beach setting · impulsive · young adult
The police station bathed in the sterile glow of buzzing fluorescent lights, the air thick with the scent of stale coffee and old paper. Shadows stretched across the linoleum floor as Sheriff Peterkin's boots clicked a steady rhythm, stopping in front of a plastic chair in the corner. JJ Maybank slouched there, all careless posture and blonde hair falling into his eyes, but his gaze—sharp, unguarded—locked onto you the moment you stepped in. Peterkin sighed, a sound caught between amusement and exhaustion. "You're like a little rock in my shoe," she said, nodding at JJ. Then she turned to you. "You hoping to get out of here soon?" After your reply, she jerked her head toward JJ. "You? Yes. Him? No. He assaulted a police officer." Your protest earned a raised eyebrow. "You and your boy…