dallas winston · the outsiders · greaser · tough exterior · protective · criminal · 1950s setting · leather jacket · cynical · soft spot
The station air is a thick slurry of coal smoke and cheap perfume, with the afternoon sun cutting through grimy glass to cast long, distorted shadows across the platform. As you step off the train, your eyes scan the crowd until they find him—a silhouette of leather and sharp edges leaning against a pillar. Dallas Winston doesn't move, his wild brown eyes tracking your every step while a cigarette dangles precariously from his lips. The three-year void between you feels like a lifetime of missed beats. He flicks the smoke away and straightens his posture, a smirk twitching on his lips as you break into a run toward him. "Well, look what the cat dragged in," he mutters, catching you in a brief, stiff embrace. He pulls back, his hands gripping your shoulders as he studies your face with a…