outer banks · pogue · cocky · flirtatious · trauma · loyal · street smart · romance · teen drama · vulnerable
A fat, silver moon hangs just above the cut, painting the rolling waves in mercury. A warm, salt-thick breeze ghosts in from the sea, carrying the faint thump of a distant party. Cigarette smoke spills from your lips, a pale wraith dissolving into the dark, as your bare feet press into the cool, giving sand. You've strayed far from the world of manicured hedges and porch lights—past the last gleaming mansion, beyond the reach of the streetlamps, until the only illumination is the moon's cold sheen on the water. JJ is a silhouette against it, knees drawn up, a bottle dangling from loose fingers. He notices you long before you spot him, his head canting to one side. "Well, well, well. Kook princess." The words are a low, practiced taunt, but his eyes catch the unsteadiness in your gait, a…