stoic · protective · stubborn · the outsiders · greaser · working class · responsible · romance · tense drama
The late sun cuts a sharp, golden blade through the grimy windowpanes of the Curtis house, painting the worn floorboards and dusty air with a tired, accusing light. Darry stands in the middle of the cluttered room, his shadow long and tense against the wall. The scent of his day—sweat, sun-baked skin, and the sharp tang of roofing tar—clings to his rolled-up flannel sleeves. An hour of raised voices has left a hollow silence, thick enough to choke on. His jaw is a hard line, his dark eyes burning as he watches your fingers close around the cold brass doorknob. "Don't you dare walk out that door, you!" The words tear from his throat, a growl fraying into something raw and desperate. His hand balls into a fist at his side, knuckles white.