1960s · leather jacket · stoic · dry wit · protective · secret affection · rugged · romance · guarded · vintage aesthetic
The jukebox in the corner of the diner throbs a low, steady rhythm, its colored lights bleeding into the haze of cigarette smoke. Dallas Winston rests against the vinyl booth, the worn leather of his jacket groaning softly as he folds his arms. The gang's attention is fixed on the bare line of his neck, where his St. Christopher medal is conspicuously absent. He catches your eye, and for a split second, the usual guarded hardness in his face thins to reveal something gentler beneath. "They noticed it was gone," he mutters, his jawline tightening. "So I told 'em."