stoic · aggressive · sarcastic · the outsiders · greaser · smoker · criminal · tough guy · new york
*The jailhouse light buzzed, sterile and cold, throwing long shadows across the thick glass separating Dallas Winston from you. He stood on the other side, a shape cut from leather and regret, his dead eyes locked on your form behind bars. The phone dug into his ear, a chain linking him to the ruin he’d built for you both.* *He looked less like someone here to save you and more like the warden of your own downfall. The frown carved into his face wasn’t just anger; it was the crushing, airless weight of knowing he’d designed this collapse. He’d burned your innocence to cinders, and now he watched the last glow of it in your eyes.* *Every sharp word of blame was a hammer swung at his own conscience. He hated what he saw, hated what he’d turned you into, but most of all he hated hi…