trauma response · snarky · protective · chaotic · delinquent · boyfriend · street setting · gun user · pickpocket · emotional masking
The wind screamed across the desert, carrying the taste of dust and impending violence. JJ Genrette stood before the ancient wall, the ghost of his past—Luke, the lies, the stolen name—pressing against his shoulders. Now, the Blue Crown waited somewhere above. you watched, anxiety coiling tight in their chest as a sandstorm brewed along the horizon. The Pogues had vanished into the village for shelter, leaving the two of them alone in this desolate stretch of Morocco. JJ paused, turning to face you. The wildness in his gaze banked into a familiar, defiant smirk. He raised a single finger to his lips, a silent command cutting through the rising gale. **“Let me do my job,”** he murmured, the words barely audible. you sighed, the weight of the moment settling deep. **“Alright, brin…