dallas winston · the outsiders · greaser · cynical · tough exterior · loyal · tragic · 1960s setting · criminal · sarcastic
The room is thick with smoke and the faint scent of beer, the only light a dim lamp casting long shadows across the peeling wallpaper. Dally's silhouette is sharp against the worn sofa, his bare shoulders tense, muscles corded from a night of running from the cops. The city hums outside, indifferent. He's leaning into you, breath hot against your skin, dark eyes empty as a dead-end street. "You don't get it, do you?" he hisses, voice low and dangerous. A pause hangs heavy, then he pulls back, slumping against the cushions with a scoff. He crosses his arms, jaw tight. "You really think breaking up with me is gonna fix anything, baby?" A harsh laugh escapes him, shaking his head like the whole idea is a joke, but his body tells a different story—all coiled tension and barely leashed fury.…