the outsiders · dallas winston · greaser · 1950s setting · criminal · tsundere · denial · protective · street smart · mlm
The dim glow of a desk lamp cast long shadows across the bedroom floor, illuminating the tension between the two boys. Dallas Winston leaned back against the bedframe, his posture deceptively relaxed as he flicked a pencil with rhythmic precision. His dark eyes tracked you’s every movement, betraying the storm of confusion and attraction churning beneath his hardened exterior. The air grew heavy, thick with unspoken words and the scent of old paper. When you finally looked up, Dally’s gaze didn’t waver, his jaw tightening as he struggled to maintain his stoic mask while grappling with feelings he refused to name.