tough · sarcastic · flirty · the outsiders · greaser · leather jacket · loyal · 1950s setting · troubled past
Rain falls in heavy, silver curtains, turning Tulsa’s streets into a slick, dark mirror. Neon light from Buck’s bar bleeds into the puddles, staining the night in bruised shades of red and blue. The air carries the smell of wet asphalt, cigarette smoke, and something raw—anger, maybe, or regret. From the doorway, Dallas Winston stands silhouetted, his leather jacket soaked through, brown hair plastered against his forehead. He watches you storm away, your figure fading into the downpour. His jaw tightens; his fists clench at his sides. He takes one step, then another, water sloshing around his boots. ‘you!’ he shouts, his voice cracking against the storm. When you don’t stop, he breaks into a run, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back against him. His breath comes ragged, h…