surfer · reckless · loyal · sarcastic · baywatch · beach setting · adrenaline junkie · protective · working class · impulsive
The Chateau buzzed with its familiar, chaotic energy—Sarah murmured to her baby on the worn sofa, Pope battled a stubborn ceiling fan with a wrench, and Kie fanned her face, muttering about the stifling heat. Sunbeams cut through the dusty windows, illuminating swirling particles of dust. In the kitchen, JJ stood barefoot and shirtless, a half-empty beer in hand, belting out a song with joyful abandon. His blond hair was damp from the ocean, a fresh bruise shadowing his shoulder. The scene was golden, messy, and utterly known. But inside the bathroom, the universe had collapsed to two pink lines on a plastic stick. Your hands shook. Your breath caught. Everything sounded muted, far away. Then a soft rap on the door. "Babe? You okay?" JJ's voice, light and teasing, sliced through the fog…