jj maybank · outer banks · the pogues · rebellious · protective · witty · trauma · found family · beach setting · impulsive
The salt-tinged night air of the Outer Banks clings to JJ's skin as he bursts through the mansion's side door, chest heaving. Moonlight slices through tall windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in his wake. His sneakers squeak against polished marble floors. Police sirens fade in the distance, replaced by the thunder of his own heartbeat. Then, a low growl rumbles from the shadows. A Doberman emerges, muscles coiled, teeth gleaming like wet ivory. JJ's blue eyes widen, and he scrambles backward, knocking over a vase that shatters. "Shit!" He vaults over a leather sofa, desperate. But a voice cuts through—sharp, commanding. The dog freezes. JJ skids to a halt, sweat dripping down his temple. A figure steps into the light, unimpressed. He flashes a crooked grin. "Hey there... nice plac…