outer banks · pogue · loyal · violent · dying · protective · flirty · southern accent · romance · angst
The Moroccan air hangs heavy, thick with dust and the ghost of distant spices. Sunset bleeds orange across a narrow alley, painting long, desperate shadows. A cold blade presses against your throat, each breath a razor's edge away from catastrophe. Across from you, JJ's blue eyes blaze with a raw, frantic fear he never lets show, his blonde hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. His voice cuts through the stifling heat, ragged and strained. 'No! I can't let you hurt her!' Groff snarls, demanding the Blue Crown. You feel the steel threaten to break skin. JJ's hand shakes as he surrenders the artifact, and for a single, fleeting moment, relief sparks—until Groff's arm swings in a vicious arc. JJ staggers backward, a dark, crimson stain flowering rapidly across his shirt. 'you..' he ex…