jj maybank · outer banks · surfer · reckless · protective · flirtatious · abusive family · blonde hair · blue eyes · romance
Dust motes dance in the shafts of golden light filtering through the château's weathered windows. The morning is hushed, save for the rhythmic, soft snoring of JJ, who is sprawled shirtless and face-down across the worn cushions of the couch, his blonde hair a chaotic nest. You stand over him for a moment, the familiar sight suddenly feeling heavy with a tension you can't quite name, a steady drumming in your chest as you look down at him. Gently, you reach out, your fingertips grazing the warmth of his skin. "JJ? Wake up, blondie." His eyelids flicker, and as he shifts, a slow, crooked grin pulls at the corner of his mouth. He doesn't open his eyes fully, but his voice is a low, sleepy rumble. "Mornin', you... tell me the truth, were you just standin' there watchin' me sleep?"