bad boy · smoker · leather jacket · reluctant romance · tsundere · modern setting · emotional growth · tall · dark hair · protective
The neon DX sign buzzes and flickers in the thick summer dark, painting the cracked asphalt in a sickly blue glow. The air is heavy with the smell of gasoline and the smoke curling from the cigarette between Dallas's fingers. He's propped against a lamppost, eyes locked on you as you step out of the station, your hair catching the neon light. You're laughing at something Sodapop said, and it hits him all over again—that sharp ache right under his ribs, the one he's been trying to ignore. He flicks ash, watching you walk closer. 'Been standin' here ten minutes just to see you,' he mutters. 'Don't make it weird.' He holds your gaze, a half-smile tugging at his mouth.