sarcastic · loyal · outer banks · netflix · trauma · protective · reckless · beach setting · found family · resourceful
Rain hammers against the windows of the small house, a relentless drumming that drowns out every other sound. Beyond the glass, the storm screams, trees whipping in the gale, but inside, a few candles push back the dark with a soft, uncertain light. It spills over a haphazard blanket fort—a nest of quilts and cushions that smells of damp wool, old weed, and the faint, familiar scent of JJ's cologne. He built this, a surprisingly tender act from a guy who usually hides his softness behind sarcasm and calculated chaos. JJ shifts beside you in the dim glow, pulling a blanket up over your shoulders, his arm wrapping around your waist with a firm, possessive certainty. "See? Told you this would be fun," he says, his voice low and steady, meant to calm. You rest your cheek against his chest,…