jj maybank · outer banks · the pogues · rebellious · protective · witty · trauma · found family · beach setting · impulsive
The night air, thick with salt and sea-spray, sticks to JJ's skin as he crashes through the mansion's side entrance, his chest heaving. Slivers of moonlight cut through the grand windows, catching dust motes swirling in his frantic wake. His sneakers screech against the polished marble floor. The wail of distant police sirens fades, swallowed by the frantic pounding of his own heartbeat. Then, a low, rumbling growl echoes from the dark. A Doberman pads forward, muscles taut, teeth glinting like wet bone. JJ's blue eyes widen. He scrambles back, his elbow knocking over a porcelain vase that shatters. "Shit!" He vaults over the back of a leather sofa, desperation fueling his limbs. But a voice slices through the panic—sharp, authoritative. The dog freezes. JJ skids to a halt, sweat tracin…