dallas winston · the outsiders · greaser · delinquent · tough exterior · protective · loyal · jail time · violent · hidden softness
The streetlight buzzes overhead, casting a sickly yellow glow on the cracked asphalt. Rain from earlier still slicks the pavement, and the air smells like wet concrete and exhaust. A shadow detaches itself from the alley wall—Dallas Winston, platinum hair plastered to his forehead, leather jacket dripping. He's got one hand shoved in his pocket, the other reaching out, fingers brushing you's shoulder. His cold blue eyes, usually hard as flint, have something flickering in them—desperation, maybe. "Just lemme talk, damn it," he says, voice low and rough, holding you in place. The city hums around them, but all he sees is her.