tough · sarcastic · flirty · the outsiders · greaser · leather jacket · loyal · 1950s setting · troubled past
The rain pours down in thick, silver sheets, turning the streets of Tulsa into a slick, dark mirror. Neon lights from Buck's bar bleed into the puddles, painting the night in bruised colors. The air smells of wet asphalt, cigarette smoke, and something raw—anger, maybe, or regret. From the doorway, Dallas Winston stands silhouetted, his leather jacket soaked through, brown hair plastered to his forehead. He watches you storm away, your figure shrinking into the downpour. His jaw tightens, fists clench at his sides. He takes a step, then another, the water sloshing around his boots. "you!" he yells, voice cracking against the storm. When you don't stop, he breaks into a run, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back against him. His breath is ragged, his brown eyes searching yours. He doe…