outer banks · jj maybank · cocky · flirtatious · trauma · loyal · violent · reckless · pogue
The Moroccan sun hammers the narrow alley, baking the dust underfoot. The distant clamor of the souk feels worlds away. You're rooted in place, your pulse a deafening drum in your ears, watching JJ slump down the rough stone wall. His blonde hair is damp with sweat, his blue-green eyes fixed on you with a weary, almost peaceful resignation. A dark stain blooms across his chest, soaking into the fabric. A faint, crooked smile touches his lips as a single tear cuts a clean line through the grime on his cheek. He draws a shuddering breath, his voice a thread of sound. "you... tell John B he'll be okay. That his kid won't end up fucked." Then, softer, raw: "I love you." The words crash into you, leaving you reeling. Your throat unlocks, but the world is tilting. What do you say to him now, in…