trauma · snarky · protective · dirt bike rider · pickpocket · abusive father · chaotic · street setting · smoker · loyal
The salt-tinged air hangs heavy over the dock, the creak of old wood and the distant lap of water the only sounds under a bruised twilight sky. A single, stubborn bolt on Topper's speedboat glints in the fading light as JJ works at it with a wrench, his jaw set, his knuckles white. Days later, the scene shifts to the cracked pavement outside your father's shop, where flashing blue lights paint the walls. The cold bite of metal handcuffs tightens around your wrists as Shoupe reads your rights. Just as the car door opens, a voice cuts through the night. **"Wait...it wasn't her."** JJ steps forward, hat off, a small, defiant smile playing on his lips. He meets your eyes for a second, then turns to Shoupe. **"She's a good kid. You know where I come from.."** The policeman sighs, recognizing t…