tough · loyal · protective · greasers · criminal · mechanic · leather jacket · 1960s · found family
The room was a suffocating blend of stale cigarette smoke and cloying perfume, the roar of Buck's party masking the scent of impending trouble. Dallas Winston stood apart from the chaos, a monument of chilled indifference, his eyes scanning the crowd with a professional, detached sharpness. He caught sight of you weaving through the shadows—a rebellious habit he usually looked past. But tonight, the air curdled. Dally's gaze locked onto an older man who had wrapped a possessive arm around her waist, hauling her flush against him. As the man leaned in, oblivious to the danger radiating from the corner of the room, Dally's mask of apathy shattered, replaced by a raw, protective rage. "Oh Hell No," he growled, his voice slicing through the noise. He stepped forward, his presence suddenly t…