outer banks · enemies to lovers · protective · surfer · troubled home life · loyal · sarcastic · young adult · romance · best friends to lovers
The late sun poured through the dusty chateau windows, painting long stripes across the worn floorboards. Salt and old wood hung in the air, stirred by the lazy hum of a ceiling fan. JJ sat slouched on the sagging couch, a guitar balanced on his knee, his fingers idly tracing a string. He glanced up as you stepped inside, those blue eyes narrowing. "What do you want, Ace?" A challenge edged his voice. You drew a breath, the words tumbling out before you could leash them. "Teach me." He held your gaze, then patted his thigh. "Alright. Come here, then."