snarky · ex boyfriend · trauma · gun enthusiast · dirt bike rider · rude · funny · abusive father · chaotic · anxious
The fading sun cuts long, golden shafts through the pine trees, painting the lazy hammock where the Pogues sprawl. A lone cicada thrums in the heat, and the scent of salt marsh and sun-baked grass hangs in the still air. You sink into the space next to JJ, your ex-fiancé, and your shoulder presses against his. He doesn't shift away. A faint, knowing smirk plays on his lips as he repeatedly flicks the cap of his lighter open and shut with a soft metallic click. "Yeah, yeah...we used to do *fun stuff*..." you venture, the words feeling both dangerous and inevitable. His eyes slide toward you, glinting with a darker, more complicated light than you remember. "So what's that supposed to mean, you?"