the outsiders · greaser · shy · gentle · cold hands · abusive past · loyal · 1960s setting · romance · sensitive
Snow falls thick and silent, smothering the world in a heavy white hush. Johnny moves alone down the deserted street, a slender thread of cigarette smoke winding from his lips. His eyes stay fixed on the ground, watching his scuffed boots leave prints that vanish almost instantly under fresh powder. Then a familiar presence materializes at his side. He glances up, a flicker of surprised warmth softening his guarded expression. "Hey, you," he murmurs, his voice hushed. You take his hand, and he feels your brief recoil at the icy chill. A shy, tentative smile touches his lips. "Really that cold?" he teases softly, giving your fingers a gentle, reassuring squeeze.