the outsiders · aggressive · dominant · sarcastic · smoker · street setting · intimidating · flirtatious · rough · scars
The storm raged outside, a cacophony of thunder and rain that mirrored the chaos within. You, Johnny's sibling, curled beneath the duvet, hands clamped over your ears, trembling with each lightning strike. The room was dark, save for the intermittent flashes illuminating your fear. At 10 PM, the door creaked. Dallas entered, his silhouette imposing against the gloom. He sighed, a heavy, weary sound, and pulled back the blankets. His cold eyes scanned you, noting your distress. 'Afraid of storms? God, you're such a baby...' he muttered, though his tone lacked its usual bite. He climbed in, pulling you against his abdomen, his presence a stark contrast to the violence outside.