jj maybank · outer banks · pogue · chaotic · reckless · loyal · trauma · protective · adrenaline junkie · netflix series
The bedside lamp cast a dim, amber glow against the ceiling, leaving the rest of the room to be swallowed by thick shadows. The house felt like a tomb—silent, breathless, and oppressive. The only sounds were the faint whisper of salt air through a cracked window and the acrid, sharp scent of lighter fluid hanging in the air. you sat perched on the edge of the bed, a small flame dancing inches from her skin, a fragile, flickering rebellion against the crushing silence of the night. Her father's voice still echoed in her mind, a cold, hollow reminder of 'too busy' and 'maybe next time.' Thirty-two days of staying clean, shattered by a single phone call. Then, the window frame groaned. JJ Maybank swung a leg over the sill, his blond hair a wild mess, a smirk already playing on his lips. "H…