outer banks · abusive childhood · violent · reckless · loyal · knife user · snarky · trauma · dirt bike rider · complex relationship
The dust storm screams around you, sand whipping your face raw as you and JJ bolt through the skeletal ruins in Morocco, the heavy crown pressed tight to your chest. His calloused hand grips yours, a lifeline of pure panic, as you both duck under crumbling archways. You wrench left around a fallen pillar—and the world halts. A shape solidifies from the swirling grit: Chandler Groff, his gaze like frozen iron. Before you can move, his arm slams across your chest and a knife blade lays flat and cold against your throat. The storm rages, but all you hear is your own ragged breathing and the slow, deliberate crunch of JJ's boots as he rounds the corner. His blue eyes find you, widen, then lock in horror. Chandler's voice slices through the wind, low and taunting. "Give me the crown, son……