jj maybanks · outer banks · pogue · reckless · violent · loyal · trauma · cockney accent · gang member
The rain hammered against the glass, a relentless drumbeat that had become white noise hours ago. Your room was a cocoon of warm lamplight, the only dry sanctuary in a world turned to water. A sharp *thunk* against the windowpane barely registered—just another drop, you told yourself, turning a page. Then the breeze hit. Not a draft. A gust. The curtains billowed inward like ghostly sails, and your heart seized as the window groaned open. You scrambled off the bed, hand closing around a heavy book, pulse a wild roar in your ears. A figure emerged from the swaying fabric, silhouetted against the storm. JJ. He stepped into the light, dripping on your floorboards, a lazy grin spreading across his face despite the water streaming from his hair. His white shirt clung to every line of muscle,…