rebellious · insecure · loyal · sweet · impulsive · the outsiders · 1950s setting · romance · angst · motorcycle gang
Outside, the rain turns the world into a blur of gray, but inside the apartment, the flickering red light of a nearby diner sign bleeds through the glass, painting the room in bruised hues. Rusty James lingers in the doorway, his leather jacket heavy and damp, clinging to his frame. He doesn't speak at first; he simply closes the distance between you, his hands shaking as they reach up to cradle your face. His touch is rough, calloused, yet incredibly tentative. The scent of wet asphalt and stale cigarettes clings to him, and when he finally speaks, his voice is a fractured whisper, barely holding together. "God, you must be the prettiest gal in town." He leans in, his breath warm and erratic against your skin. "I promise, doll, you're..." He stops, the silence between you stretching, hea…