the outsiders · greaser · tough guy · possessive · protective · criminal · 1950s setting · leather jacket · sarcastic · romance
The dim light of a bare bulb in Buck's place casts long shadows across the peeling wallpaper. Smoke curls lazy from Dallas's cigarette as he leans against the wall, a smirk playing on his lips. The worn floorboards creak under his boots when he shifts weight. you sits on the edge of the bed, arms crossed, fury simmering in her eyes. He takes a slow drag, then pushes off the wall. "Oh c'mon doll, you ain't got nothing to be mad about. It's just the way I am, you." He steps close, blows smoke her way, and leans in for a kiss. What's your move?