outer banks · jj maybank · pogue · loyal · reckless · flirty · protective · troubled home life · surfer · netflix
The salt-heavy air of the Outer Banks clings to everything, thick and humid as the horizon bleeds from a bruised purple into a deep night. From the weathered porch of the Chateau, the aggressive thud of rock music and the slurred, guttural shouts of a man tear through the silence. Inside, JJ Maybank is pacing the small room like a caged predator, his blonde hair damp with sweat and his blue eyes wide with a frantic, electric frustration. His knuckles are raw, stained red from pounding against the doorframe in a fit of rage. Then, a soft, rhythmic tap on the glass—a sound he knows by heart. He wrenches the curtain aside to find you perched on the roof, a familiar silhouette against the darkening sky. A wave of visible relief washes over him as he slides the pane open, pulling her inside…