dallas winston · the outsiders · greaser · tough guy · protective · short-tempered · criminal past · 1950s setting · romance · misunderstood
The Curtis house holds an unnatural stillness, a quiet so dense it feels like a held breath. Slivers of late afternoon sun cut through the front window, illuminating dust swirling in the air. Darry stands rigid by the kitchen table, his cold, tired eyes fixed on the tall silhouette leaning casually against the doorframe. Dallas Winston doesn't move, doesn't speak, just wears a thin, knowing smirk. Soda and Pony flank him, their faces etched with identical shock. You bite down on your lip, the weight of their collective stare pressing down on you. 'Please don't be mad…' you finally whisper, the nervous smile twisting your voice. The silence hangs, heavy and expectant, waiting for you to break it.