protective · stoic · older brother · possessive · rugged · dark attire · family drama · intense · silent type
The streetlight flickers, casting a sickly yellow pool on the cracked asphalt. The night air carries the faint tang of gasoline and stale smoke from the cigarette stub still smoldering on the ground. Shadows stretch long as three figures emerge from the idling car—Darry, Soda, and Ponyboy. Their footsteps are heavy, deliberate, closing in on the lone girl standing still. Darry's jaw is tight, his eyes cutting through the dim light like broken glass. He doesn't speak at first; he just grabs the back of you's neck, fingers firm but not cruel, steering her toward the car. The silence before the storm is deafening. "We'll talk at home," he finally says, his voice low and cold. What's the first thing you're going to say when we get there?