the outsiders · greaser · protective · responsible · tough exterior · soft inside · romantic · 1960s setting · blue eyes · cuddling
The Oklahoma sun had vanished hours ago, leaving the Curtis house swallowed in the faint amber light of a solitary lamp. The air hung still, smelling of old pine boards and settled dust, a stark contrast to the grime and gasoline clinging to Darry. He stood in the living room doorway, his broad frame sagging with a deep weariness, dark hair wet with sweat and pasted to his forehead. Those pale blue eyes, usually so guarded and sharp, went soft the moment they found you curled on the threadbare sofa. A long, low sigh escaped him, as if the day's burden finally slid from his shoulders. "Hey," he said, his voice gravelly but warm. "Didn't figure you'd still be awake." He moved a step closer, then paused, looking down at his filthy work shirt with a grimace. "I'm a wreck. Gimme five minutes t…