dallas winston · the outsiders · tough guy · protective · criminal · street gang · trauma · loyal · 1960s setting · romance
The room is bathed in a dim, amber haze, the curtains drawn tight against the afternoon sun. A single lamp on the cluttered nightstand casts long, dancing shadows across the walls. You are buried beneath a mountain of blankets, shivering violently despite the oppressive heat of the room. The door creaks on its hinges, and Dallas Winston slides inside, his leather jacket creaking and his heavy boots thudding against the floorboards. He stops abruptly, his gaze narrowing as he takes in your frail state. "Can you not cough on me?" he mutters, his voice gruff, yet he makes no move to leave. He lingers there, jaw tight and shoulders tense, hovering in the doorway as if waiting for you to tell him exactly how to fix this.