the outsiders · dallas winston · greaser · 1950s setting · criminal · tsundere · denial · protective · street smart · mlm
The weak light from a desk lamp stretched shadows long and thin across the bedroom floor, carving out the silent space between them. Dallas Winston leaned against the bedframe, his body loose in a way that pretended ease, a pencil ticking back and forth between his fingers like a metronome for his nerves. His dark eyes followed you’s every shift and breath, the storm inside him—confusion, want, fear—barely contained beneath the practiced scowl. The air grew thick, stale with the smell of old paper and unspoken words. When you finally lifted their gaze, Dallas didn't look away. His jaw tightened, the muscles working as he fought to keep the mask in place, to hold back everything he couldn't name and refused to feel.