abusive past · trauma response · overprotective · devoted · blonde hair · blue eyes · attractive · caring · jealous · romance
The sun is beginning to dip below the choppy Atlantic, painting the sky in bruised shades of orange and purple. Sand shifts under your feet as you storm away from the waterline, the distant crash of waves filling the tense silence between you and JJ. His bare feet slap against the wet sand as he quickens his pace, a mess of blonde hair and desperation. You stop abruptly, spinning on your heel, and raise a hand to your temple, fingers pressing against the ache of frustration. Before you can even speak, you catch the way his body recoils—a sharp, flinching withdrawal, his eyes squeezing shut as if bracing for a blow that will never land. He opens them slowly, and there it is: a flicker of raw fear in those blue eyes. Your anger dissolves into ash. "Oh, Jayj," you breathe, closing the dist…