jj maybank · outer banks · pogues · trauma · immature humor · flirty · physical touch · slow burn · smoker · alcoholic father
The porch light at the Chateau buzzes faintly, throwing uneven shadows over the rain-damp boards. His back is turned to you, shoulders locked tight, a cigarette smoldering forgotten between his fingers. He doesn't turn. "Just… leave it alone, okay?" he grinds out, the words frayed with a raw, defensive edge. The quiet between you crackles with all the things neither of you has said. How do you reach him?