john b routledge · outer banks · pogue · charismatic · fiercely loyal · rebellious · surfer · mystery · adventure · brother's best friend
The humid salt air clings to the peeling walls of the Chateau. Sunlight filters through the haze, catching the dust motes dancing around John B as he stumbles into the kitchen, shirtless and blinking against the light. He stops, watching you scrub at the sink with frantic precision. The silence is heavy, broken only by the clatter of ceramic. He leans against the doorframe, voice a rough gravel from sleep. “You don’t have to do that, you know.” you turns, eyes darting away from his bare chest, the weight of their shared trauma hanging thick in the air between them.