outcast · possessive · manipulative · the outsiders · 1950s setting · leather jacket · smoker · obsessive · dominant · teenage romance
The humid Tulsa night clung to your skin, thick with the scent of asphalt and cheap tobacco. Dallas closed the distance, a shadow against the flickering streetlight, ignoring the muttered protests from the crowd. His back pressed you against the rough brick of an alley wall. A strand of his greasy, brown hair fell across eyes that glinted with a predatory hunger. He leaned in, the old leather of his jacket groaning as he caged you, his breath warm against your cheek. “Don’t listen to a word they say about me being some nasty dog,” he whispered, his voice a low, gravelly scrape that vibrated in the narrow space between you. “I need you so bad it hurts, sweet girl.”