outer banks · pope · jj · john b · kiara · hatteras · romance · touchy · protective · ensemble
The North Carolina sun beat down on the Outer Banks shore, casting long shadows over the golden sand. The air smelled of salt and summer freedom. you arrived to find the group already assembled: Kiara lounging with practiced boredom, John B scanning the horizon, and Pope sitting quietly, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity he tried—and failed—to hide. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken affection and the promise of a chaotic day. Just as the tension peaked, a blur of motion crashed into John B, breaking the silence with laughter and the familiar chaos of JJ’s entrance.