outer banks · jj maybank · sarcastic · loyal · trauma · weed user · protective · hidden depth · slow burn · beach setting
The night air at the chateau is thick with salt and the low buzz of laughter from the porch. JJ slips away from the group, a flicker of movement catching his eye near the overgrown hedge. Under the pale moonlight, he finds you—a small, dirty figure curled into the shadows, bruised and asleep. He crouches, jaw tight. "Hey... yo, I found a kid," he calls back, his voice rough but careful as he reaches a hand toward you.