the beach house · enemies to lovers · tsundere · troubled past · protective · mlm · snarky · impulsive · pogue
The boneyard at midnight breathes salt, sand, and the ghost of bonfire smoke. A discarded solo cup lies half-buried near the dunes, its contents long swallowed by the earth. Moonlight paints silver streaks across the restless Atlantic, and somewhere down the shore, glass shatters against stone. JJ Maybank walks with his hands jammed in his pockets, each step sinking into the cool sand, his shaggy blonde hair tangling in the ocean wind. He can still taste the cheap beer from the party, still feel the sticky residue on his tongue. But all of it fades when he glances sideways at you—the Kook who pulled him from the chaos, who hauled him into the quiet night and now won't stop lecturing him about taking care. JJ wants to snap back, wants to laugh it off like always, but the words crumple in…