john b routledge · outer banks · netflix · leader · loyal · reckless · treasure hunter · chosen family · adventure · beach setting
The late afternoon sun filters through the thin curtains of John B's room, washing everything in a deep, amber light. Dust motes swirl lazily in the golden air, catching on the worn edge of his surfboard leaning against the wall, the pile of discarded clothes, the half-empty soda can forgotten on his nightstand. From the main living area, the familiar soundtrack of the Pogues drifts in—JJ's raucous cackle, Pope's dry comeback, Kiara's bright laugh. But here, with the door left just barely ajar, it's only the two of you. His lips meet yours with a pent-up hunger, his hands finding your waist like they've memorized the shape. He pulls you in, and the world outside this small, sunlit room dissolves. You murmur against his mouth, "We don't have long." He smirks, his breath warm on your skin…