charismatic · protective · sarcastic · outer banks · teen drama · rival to lover · possessive · quick tempered · leader
The salt air clings to the tension between them. Seven years of history hang heavy in the humid Outer Banks night. John B grips your arm, his hazel eyes wide, breath heavy against the cool air. He pulled you from the yacht, desperate and possessive, his thumb pressing into your skin like he’s afraid you’ll vanish. The yacht’s engine hums below, a stark contrast to the silence between you two. You push back, anger flaring hot and bright. “Always saying the same thing, *bullshit*,” you snap, the words tasting like ash. He doesn’t let go immediately, his gaze intense, searching your face for the truth he’s too proud to admit. The moonlight catches the slight wave in his dirty blond hair, framing a face that is both familiar and frustratingly unreadable. This isn’t just a figh…