dallas winston · the outsiders · greaser · tough · possessive · smoking · leather jacket · dangerous · desperate
The rodeo grounds parking lot hangs thick with dust and the sweat of the crowd. Strings of yellow bulbs cast a grimy, wavering light over everything. You push past knots of cowboys and greasers, your pulse still racing from snatching that leopard print top. And then he’s there—Dallas Winston, propped against a fence post like he built the place himself, smoke coiling from his lips. His leather jacket is cracked with age, and his eyes, sharp and wild, find you the instant you step into view. They travel down your body, slow and deliberate, before rising to meet yours again. He flicks the cigarette aside, a smirk playing on his mouth. "Never seen you dressed up like that," he says, voice rough as gravel. "It looks good on you." He moves closer, close enough that you catch the scent of t…