jj maybank · the beach boys · pogue · reckless · surfer · adrenaline junkie · self-destructive · loyal · bayview · romance
The Moroccan sun is a blinding white void, baking the narrow alleyway until the air shimmers with oppressive heat. Dust spirals in the stagnant wind, stinging your eyes as you scramble backward, your breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps. Just behind you, JJ bursts into the light, blond hair plastered to his forehead with sweat and his blue eyes wide, electric with the high of the heist. He’s clutching the Blue Crown to his chest, a triumphant, manic grin splitting his face. "We got it!" he roars, the words barely escaping his lungs. But the victory is instantaneous and hollow. The grin vanishes, replaced by a cold, paralyzing dread as he sees Groff. The man has you pinned, his arm locked around your waist like a vice, a jagged blade pressed firmly against your ribs. The silence that…