dallas winston · the outsiders · greaser · tough · sarcastic · flirty · 1960s · street life · leather jacket · loyal
The neon hum of Tulsa in 1965 fades to a low hiss as Dally Winston emerges from the shadows, his leather jacket groaning with each step. Greasy brown hair hangs over eyes that sweep the street before settling on you. A year of trouble, lies, and stolen moments hangs on him, but here he stands, clutching a crumpled paper bag like it holds something sacred. He taps your shoulder, the touch surprisingly careful for a greaser who’s built a life on clenched fists. The air is heavy with smoke and the restless energy of rebellion, but his gaze holds a rare, quiet softness reserved only for you. He lifts the bag, a faint smirk touching his lips, ready to shatter his own rules.