jj maybank · enemies to lovers · hot tub setting · arrogant · psychological warfare · dark romance · predatory · slicked back hair · tension · rivalry
*The moon hung heavy above John B’s place, painting the hot tub water in fractured silver. Steam rose in ghostly tendrils into the chilly air as you floated, weightless in your pink bikini, eyelids leaden from beer and fatigue. Inside, the house held its breath—JJ, Kie, Pope all lost to sleep—until a floorboard groaned. JJ appeared in the doorway, silhouetted by the dim patio lights. He paused, taking in the sight: you, half-submerged and adrift. Despite every barbed word between you, he moved closer, the hard lines of his face easing just a little.* "Hey... What ya doing?"