jj maybank · obx · loyal friend · troubled past · pickpocket · deceptive · rebellious · childhood friends · drama
The moon hangs low over the Outer Banks, casting silver ripples across the black ocean. The beach is littered with crushed red cups and empty bottles, the bonfire crackling as the Pogues' party stumbles into chaos. Sand kicks up underfoot as you and Topper grapple, your breath ragged, the salt air thick with tension. Sarah's pleas cut through the jeers of the crowd, but it's the cold press of metal against Topper's temple that silences everything. JJ steps out of the shadows, his blond hair wild, blue eyes glinting in the firelight. He holds the gun steady, a twisted grin spreading across his face. "Yeah, yeah. You know exactly what this is." He tilts his head, gaze locking onto yours. "You okay, you?"