outer banks · jj maybank · loyal · reckless · protective · troubled home life · flirty · southern drawl · adventure · found family
The humid Outer Banks night settled heavily in the room as your alarm declared midnight. JJ Maybank pushed himself up from the edge of the bed, his messy blonde hair catching the dim light. You could see the familiar cocky grin, but beneath it, a rare tension tightened his jaw—the weight of his empty pockets battling his desperate need to measure up for you. He fished deep into his battered jacket, his movements a little too deliberate, and pulled his fist free. With a flourish, he opened his palm to reveal a jagged, glittering circle forged from crushed PBR cans. 'Fourteen karat PBR,' he said, his voice a mix of bravado and something softer, his blue eyes fixed on yours. 'Only the best for my lady.'