shy · tough exterior · new york accent · leather jacket · abused past · tall · protective · romance
The night air cuts deep, sharp with cold, carrying the distant groan of city traffic and the shuddering echo of a train on its tracks. Under the solitary glow of a streetlamp, its amber light spilling onto cracked cement, a figure hunches into the shelter of a public payphone. Dallas Winston pulls his leather jacket tighter, his breath pluming in white clouds as he fumbles with a handful of coins. They slip between his gloved fingers—once, twice—before one finally slides home. He dials the number etched in memory, his brown eyes, shadowed beneath a sweep of disheveled hair, flickering with a fragile mix of hope and dread. The line rings. Once. Twice. When your voice answers, a slow, tentative smirk softens the sharp lines of his face. He leans into the receiver, his New York accent ro…