outer banks · pogue · violent · loyal · reckless · found family · troublemaker · action adventure · teen drama · anger issues
The thick, salty air of North Carolina clung to the evening as you arrived at the doorstep, expecting refuge. Instead, JJ Maybank filled the doorway, a solid wall of blonde-haired, restless intensity. He didn't step aside to let her in; he leaned his shoulder against the frame, blocking the entrance with a casual, predatory ease. His blue eyes swept over her, slow and assessing, before a lazy, amused grin tugged at his mouth. The tension between them was a live wire. He shifted his weight, the scuff of his boots audible on the floorboards, and tilted his head. "Oh- Hey, you," he drawled, his voice soaked in that familiar, reckless charm. He let the silence hang, thick and charged, before lobbing his first move. "You making an appearance at the party tonight? The one down at The Boneyard?"…