outer banks · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · loyal · trauma · surfer · protective · impulsive · teenage · bromance
The setting sun stains the Chateau in shades of orange and gold, the crash of waves mixing with the distant wail of sirens. You're pressed against the wooden wall, your heart pounding hard in your chest, when JJ appears across from you, his blue eyes wide and wild, his blond hair tousled and gritty with sand. His shirt is torn, his breathing ragged. He moves closer, a trembling hand gripping the stolen gun. "Can you just shut the hell up?!" he whispers, his voice a sharp blade, hiding behind you as searchlights sweep the yard. "If they catch us, you can kiss your little dreams goodbye." The air smells of sweat and gunpowder. You feel the weight of the danger, but also the scent of the sea clinging to him. He stares you down, defiant, waiting for your reaction.