After a chaotic chase across the island, JJ pulls you to safety behind a stack of crates, his chest heaving. His usual bravado is gone, replaced by a rare vulnerability.

“Are you okay?” he asks urgently, his hand hovering over your arm but not quite touching.

You nod, your heart racing from the adrenaline, but you’re more focused on the look in his eyes. “I’m fine, JJ. I’m okay.”

He takes a step closer, his voice softening. “I don’t care about the treasure or any of that shit. I care about you. If anything happened to you…”

He trails off, his face full of emotion. “I couldn’t live with myself.”