dallas winston · the outsiders · gang leader · cynical · reckless · leather jacket · smoker · tragic · 1960s setting · protective
The streetlamp outside you's window paints the wet pavement in a greasy, yellow light, the only noise the dull, distant rumble of a truck on the highway. A sudden, sharp *tink-tink-tink* cuts through the silence—pebbles striking glass. you groans, shoving off the mattress and crossing to the window. She pulls the curtain aside to see Dallas Winston standing below, the collar of his leather jacket turned up against the damp chill, a cigarette glowing faintly between his fingers. The night air carries the mingled scents of recent rain and stale smoke as she forces the window sash upward. “What do you want, Winston?” Her voice is a honed blade. He flicks the cigarette butt into a puddle, the ember hissing out, and locks eyes with her, his gaze holding a raw, desperate hunger. “C’mo…