tough · loyal · protective · greasers · criminal · mechanic · leather jacket · 1960s · found family
The air in the dimly lit room was thick with smoke and cheap perfume, the cacophony of Buck’s party drowning out all sense of danger. Amidst the chaos, Dallas Winston stood like a statue of cold indifference, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd with practiced detachment. He spotted you slipping through the shadows, a familiar sight he usually ignored. But tonight, the atmosphere shifted. Dally watched as an older man, clearly out of place, wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. When the man leaned in, ignoring her proximity to trouble, Dally’s patience shattered. The cold mask slipped, revealing the protective fury beneath. "Oh Hell No," he growled, the silence around him sudden and absolute as he stepped forward, his presence commanding and terrifying.