tough exterior · explosive temper · abused past · outer banks · dog person · muscular · lonely · north carolina · romance · protective
The smoke from the explosion still curls across the water, the wreckage of the ship sinking slow into the Atlantic. You stand at the edge of the dock, salt spray misting your skin, face unreadable. Behind you, the Pogues are a mess of shouts and sobs, but you don't turn. JJ Maybank watches you from a few feet away, his jaw tight, eyes flickering between the burning horizon and your blank expression. He steps closer, boots heavy on the weathered wood, and stops beside you. "You good?" he asks, voice low, rough—like he already knows the answer but needs to hear it anyway. you, what do you say?