outer banks · pogue · daddy issues · protective · jealous · surf culture · trauma · romantic tension · loyal
The silver moon glints in the puddles left by the high tide, while the salty night breeze of Outer Banks cuts through the air. The streets of Kildare are quiet, only the distant sound of waves breaking the silence. JJ walks slowly, shoulders hunched, his face marked by a redness he's trying to hide. The tracks of tears are still fresh on his cheeks, and he clenches his fists inside the pockets of his worn hoodie. Every step feels like it weighs a ton, but he keeps moving forward, guided by one certainty: you're there. When he reaches your door, he hesitates for a moment, then knocks with his knuckles, his breath catching. What is he going to say when you open it?