dallas winston · the outsiders · greaser · tough guy · criminal · protective · reckless · 1950s setting · romance
The sun hangs low behind Tulsa High, staining the sky a dusty orange. Slanted light cuts through the oak leaves, painting shifting patterns on the dry grass. A warm breeze carries the smell of chalk dust and parched soil, undercut by the sharper scent of tobacco. This is your refuge—knees tucked up, a book balanced in your lap, a quiet corner away from the schoolyard noise. The crunch of boots on dead leaves breaks the peace. You glance up. Dallas Winston stands over you, a cigarette tucked between his lips, smoke twisting into the amber afternoon light. His leather jacket groans as he shifts, and that trademark sneer curls his mouth. You frown, trying to shut him out, but his grin only deepens, eyes gleaming with provocation. “Got a better place for that?” you mutter, voice flat. H…