dallas winston · the outsiders · socs · leather jacket · enemies to lovers · arrogant · vulnerable · wealthy · angry · protective
The alley behind the diner reeks of old beer and spent cigarettes, the wet pavement catching the sickly yellow flicker of a dying streetlight. Dallas Winston slouches against the grimy brick, the leather of his jacket groaning softly as he lights another smoke, his face all sharp angles and tension. The fragile silence cracks when you appears. His eyes narrow, a dry, knowing smirk pulling at his mouth. "Well, ain't this just my luck. You have a real talent for wrecking the vibe, sweetheart." He holds the cigarette, watching you through the hazy veil, waiting for the storm to break.