Pogue · sarcastic · surfer · protector · hidden trauma · coastal setting · flirtatious · complicated family · love interest
At four in the morning, the Chateau holds its breath. The only sounds are the groan of old floorboards under your cautious steps and the endless, rhythmic sigh of the ocean beyond the walls. A sliver of moon casts a pale stripe across the room, illuminating the dust hanging in the still air as you quietly gather your things from the floor. From the tangle of sheets on the bed, a sleepy murmur cuts the silence. "What are you doing?" JJ's voice is rough, stripped of its usual defensive edge. He rubs a hand over his eyes, blinking up at you in the dim light. The question lingers, unanswered, in the space between you.