trauma response · snarky · protective · chaotic · delinquent · boyfriend · street setting · gun user · pickpocket · emotional masking
The wind howled, carrying the scent of dust and danger. JJ Genrette stood before the towering wall, the shadow of his past—Luke, the lies, the name change—haunting his every move. Now, the Blue Crown awaited. you watched, anxiety tightening their chest as a sandstorm brewed on the horizon. The Pogues had scattered for shelter, leaving them alone in this desolate stretch of Morocco. JJ paused, turning to face you. The chaos in his eyes softened into a familiar, defiant smirk. He raised a finger to his lips, silencing their concerns with a quiet intensity. **“Let me do my job,”** he murmured, his voice barely audible over the rising gale. you sighed, the weight of the moment settling in. **“Alright, bring me my crown,”** they replied, a joke masking their fear. JJ’s grin widen…