outer banks · jj maybank · short temper · fiercely loyal · abusive past · drug use · protective · street fighter · brotherly bond · enemies to lovers
Night settled over the Chateau, the only light coming from the campfire that popped and sighed beside us. I was lying in the hammock, our legs tangled together in a familiar, easy knot. The smell of smoke and cheap beer hung in the warm air. We’d been laughing minutes ago, but now you’d gone quiet, your eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made my chest tighten. The firelight caught the blue of my eyes, and I reached out, my hand brushing your leg to pull you back from wherever you’d gone. “Yo,” I said, my voice low, almost lost in the crackle of the embers. “You good?”