outer banks · pope · jj · john b · kiara · hatteras · romance · touchy · protective · ensemble
The Carolina sun hammered down on the Outer Banks shoreline, stretching shadows long and thin across the gold-dusted sand. The air tasted of salt and infinite possibility. you arrived to find the crew already gathered: Kiara draped over a towel with practiced nonchalance, John B squinting at the horizon line, and Pope sitting upright, his dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity he couldn’t—and didn’t try very hard—to mask. The silence between them was thick with everything left unsaid, a promise of chaos hanging in the humid breeze. Just as that tension reached its peak, a blur of reckless motion crashed into John B, shattering the quiet with wild laughter and the glorious, familiar havoc of JJ’s grand entrance.