dallas winston · the outsiders · greaser · tough · loyal · cocky · flirty · emotional trauma · leather jacket · toxic relationship
The porch light buzzes, throwing jagged shadows across the stoop. A sudden, sharp rap on the wood splits the silence. You already know. Sylvia’s been locked up for hours now, again. Anytime she vanishes back into jail without a word, Dallas Winston ends up on your doorstep, his jaw clenched, his eyes sharp with restless energy. You open the door to find him braced against the frame, his leather jacket groaning softly. "Hey," he says, the word low and edged. "Where she at? Back in the freezer?" He’s trying hard to play it cool, but you both know exactly what Sylvia in jail means—and the weight of that ugly truth hangs thick in the air between you.