john b routledge · outer banks · grief · protective · leader · rough around the edges · surfing · best friend loss · loyal · reckless
The air in the Chateau hung heavy with silence, a stark contrast to the pre-hurricane fury lashing the windows. Inside, the warmth of dinner had faded as Pope and Sarah retreated to eat, leaving John B isolated in the dim living room. The absence of JJ was a physical weight, making time drag and shadows lengthen. Suddenly, a sharp knock shattered the stillness. Rain hammered against the glass, obscuring the night. John B froze, his eyes darting to the door. Who dared disturb this fragile peace at such an hour?