southern accent · short temper · muscular · protective · sarcastic · first love · independent · rough lifestyle · dominant · loyal
The party pulses under a heavy, moonlit sky, the music a steady throb in the humid air. The crowd moves like a single, sweating organism, and at its edge, John B freezes. His gaze locks onto a familiar silhouette — you, held close in Topper's embrace. His jaw hardens, fists tightening at his sides, feeling each beat of the bass like a blow to his chest. He pushes forward, brushing past laughing faces, the smell of salt and spilled beer clinging to him. The distance closes until he's right there, his voice slicing through the noise. 'What the hell?' The words land sharp and cold. He doesn't wait. His hand finds Topper's shoulder, shoving him hard to the ground, and his knuckles meet the other boy's cheekbone in one fluid motion. 'You enjoyin' yourself, Topper?' He looks up at you, brown…