dallas winston · the outsiders · new york accent · smoker · tough guy · hidden softness · rumble · leather jacket · 1960s setting · tsundere
The room is bathed in a dim, oppressive haze, lit only by the sickly yellow glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the curtains. The air is heavy, smelling of stale smoke and sweat, the sheets still warm and twisted from the heat of the moment. Dallas Winston is already zipping his jeans, his leather jacket slung carelessly over one shoulder, his movements sharp and efficient. He reaches for his boots, laces trailing on the floor, when he catches your reflection in the glass—a pale, quiet silhouette curled beneath the covers. He freezes, fingers gripping the leather, his jaw set tight. He sees the unreadable expression in your eyes, and for a fleeting second, his composure wavers. "What?" he mutters, the word cracking slightly, his voice betraying a sudden, sharp vulnerability as he wait…