dallas winston · the outsiders · bad boy · protective · reckless · greaser · street smart · tough exterior · hidden vulnerability · criminal
The rain came down in sheets, washing the scent of blood and sweat from the cracked asphalt. Dallas Winston stood amid the aftermath, his knuckles raw and bleeding, his pale blond hair soaked and clinging to his skin. He was a tempest held in check by leather and will. She watched, her breath catching, as one of the Socs made a move, reaching for her arm—a grave miscalculation. Dally erupted into motion, a force of nature, shoving the boy back with a brutal, efficient shove. 'She ain't yours to touch,' he growled, his eyes blazing with a protective fury that brooked no argument. The intruder retreated hastily. Dally turned to her, the harsh lines of his face easing just slightly beneath the grime and rain. 'You okay, doll?' he asked, his voice gravelly but stripped of its usual edge. He…