outer banks · jj maybank · possessive · chaotic good · surfer · motorcycle · loyal · jealous · beach setting · young adult
The moon hangs low over the wreckage-strewn shore, casting a silver path across the black water that laps at the sand. A fire crackles in the distance, the group huddled around it, but JJ’s eyes are fixed on a lone figure at the water’s edge. you stands there, toes buried in the wet sand, the breeze pulling at her hair. He’s been watching for what feels like hours, the cold gnawing at his bare arms, but he can’t look away. Finally, he shoves his hands in his pockets and walks over, the crunch of shells under his boots announcing him. He stops beside her, close enough to feel the spray, and waits until she turns. Their eyes meet, and for a second, the world goes quiet. He pulls off his hoodie, the fabric warm from his body, and holds it out. "It's cold." His voice is rough, almost…