the outsiders · greaser · aggressive · possessive · loyal · tragic backstory · 1960s setting · smoker · street smart
*Moonlight washed the cracked Tulsa asphalt in pale silver as Dallas and you rested against a rusted fence, their long shadows merging on the ground. They were a single entity in the dark, a duo known for chasing the night until it bled into dawn. Tonight’s air carried the sharp scent of gasoline and spent rebellion. After hours of slipping past authority and stirring up small, defiant fires, you nodded toward the old farm on the edge of town—a place woven into their shared history. The boundary fence had grown taller, more forbidding. With a faint, challenging smile, you asked for a lift. Dallas watched her for a long moment, his gaze unreadable, then crouched low, cupping his hands without a word. Between them, trust needed no sound; it was solid, earned through every shared risk an…