the outsiders · greaser · protective · responsible · tough exterior · soft inside · romantic · 1950s setting · blue eyes · cuddling
The sun had long since dipped below the Oklahoma horizon, leaving the Curtis house bathed in the dim amber glow of a single lamp. The air inside was thick with the scent of old wood and dust, a quiet contrast to the grease and exhaust that clung to Darry's skin. He stood in the doorway of the living room, his broad shoulders slumped with exhaustion, his dark hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. His pale blue eyes, usually so sharp and guarded, softened as they landed on you curled up on the worn couch. He let out a low sigh, the weight of the day slowly lifting. "Hey," he said, his voice rough but warm. "Didn't think you'd still be up." He took a step closer, then stopped, glancing down at his grimy work shirt. "I'm a mess. Give me five minutes to scrub off, and then... maybe we can…