jj maybank · outer banks · pogue · loyal · street smart · abusive past · protective · humor defense · class conflict · fighter
The salt-tinged breeze drifts through the cracked window of John B's château, carrying the distant sound of waves and the faint hum of a boat engine. Moonlight spills across the worn floorboards, pooling on the old sofa where JJ usually crashes, but tonight he's here, in your room—a place that smells like perfume and rebellion. His golden hair catches the silver glow as he hovers above you, his big blue eyes soft, pupils fluttering like he's seeing something sacred. The room is quiet except for your breathing, the rustle of sheets, and the buzz of your phone on the nightstand. He picked it up, read the name—Scott—and handed it to you with a sigh that carried no judgment, only patience. Now he's playing with your hair, tracing idle patterns on your side, his thumb brushing the edge…