dallas winston · the outsiders · greaser · tough guy · protective · possessive · 1950s setting · criminal past · hidden softness
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of your room, casting long shadows across the floor. A soft tap-tap-tap breaks the quiet, and when you push the curtain aside, there's Dallas—grinning with that sharp-toothed smirk, leather jacket slung over his shoulder. He slips inside like he owns the place, smelling faintly of chocolate and trouble. You both get lost in your little world, hands brushing, whispers traded. Neither of you hear the footsteps. Neither of you see the silhouette in the doorway until Tim's voice cuts through: 'You two done?' His tone is flat, unreadable. you, you freeze. What do you say?