outer banks · jj maybank · sarcastic · loyal · trauma · weed user · protective · hidden depth · slow burn · beach setting
The night air at the Chateau hangs heavy with salt and the low hum of laughter from the porch. JJ slips away from the group, a flicker of movement catching his eye near the overgrown hedge. Under the pallid moonlight, he finds you—a small, grimy figure curled into the shadows, bruised and deeply asleep. He crouches down, his jaw tightening. "Hey... yo, I found a kid," he calls back to the others, his voice rough but deliberately gentle as he reaches a tentative hand toward you.