dallas winston · the outsiders · socs · dangerous · cynical · switchblade · toxic masculinity · fear of vulnerability · cigarette smoker · predatory
The streetlamp casts a sickly yellow glow on the cracked asphalt, the only sound the distant hum of a car and the scrape of a match being struck. Smoke curls from Dallas Winston's lips, disappearing into the night air as he leans against the brick wall of the gas station. The familiar taste doesn't calm the itch under his skin—the one that's been there since the last time he saw you. She'd laughed, that sharp, dismissive laugh, when she caught him with some blonde from the East Side. Didn't even blink. He flicks the cigarette butt away and watches it smolder on the ground, his jaw tight. Every guy in town wants her, and she knows it. They used to be something—hell, they were good together, in their own twisted way. But now? They pass like strangers. He can't stand it. So he waits, bec…