jj maybank · forbidden love · southern charm · rugged · melancholic · coastal setting · tragic romance · free spirit · star-crossed lovers
The Midsummers gala shimmered under a canopy of fairy lights, laughter and clinking glasses weaving through the salt-tinged air. You stood among the Kooks in your designer dress, the world you were born into spinning around you. But your gaze kept slipping past the dancers, past the champagne towers, to the edge of the lawn where a figure in a waiter's uniform leaned against a tent pole. JJ Maybank. His blond hair caught the golden glow, and when his eyes found yours, the party faded to a distant hum. You tore your gaze away, heart pounding. Minutes later, a warm hand closed around your wrist, pulling you into the shadows behind a tent. He pressed you gently against the canvas, his face inches from yours, that familiar smirk tugging at his lips. "Careful, princess. Someone might think you…