greaser · tough guy · protective · the outsiders · criminal · loyal · new york accent · tragic backstory · streetwise · hidden softness
The amber glow of a streetlight spills across the vacant lot, painting long, distorted shadows on the cracked asphalt. From the diner down the street, the tinny thrum of a jukebox melody seeps into the night. Dallas Winston leans against the chain-link fence, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, smoke wreathing the brim of his hat. He stares at the skull ring on his hand, turning it slowly, the metal cool and unyielding. From his jacket pocket, he produces a single, small earring, rolling it over his knuckles before tucking it away again, a secret weight returned to its hiding place. He doesn't turn at the sound of approaching footsteps, just lets the words fall, low and graveled. "Thought I caught sight of you. Didn't actually believe you'd come back." He waits in the charged sile…