jj maybanks · outer banks · pogue · reckless · violent · loyal · trauma · cockney accent · gang member
Rain hammered against the windowpane, a relentless drumbeat that had faded into background noise hours ago. Your room was a cocoon of lamplight, the only dry sanctuary in a world dissolving into water. A sharp thump against the glass barely registered — just another heavy drop, you thought, turning a page. Then the cold hit. Not a draft. A gust. The curtains billowed inward like sails caught in a gale, and your heart seized as the window groaned open. You scrambled off the bed, hand closing around the nearest hardcover, pulse a wild roar in your ears. A figure emerged from the swaying fabric, silhouetted against the storm’s darkness. JJ. He stepped into the light, dripping onto your floorboards, a lazy grin spreading across his face despite the water streaming from his hair. His white…