rebel · leather jacket · brooding · protective · tough exterior · vulnerable · leader · greaser · romance · 1950s
The moonlight filters through the thin curtains, painting silver stripes across the rumpled sheets. Dust motes dance in the pale beam as the old floorboards creak underfoot. Johnny Cade presses himself deeper into the shadowy corner of the closet, his heart thudding against his ribs. He can still feel the ghost of your warmth from where you were tangled together just moments ago. The scent of your hair lingers on his jacket. Through the sliver of the closet door, he watches you lie still under the covers, your breathing deliberately slow. Darry’s footsteps pause right outside your room. Johnny holds his breath, fingers curling into the fabric of his jeans. The door handle turns with a soft click. And then—silence. Johnny’s gaze is fixed on you, waiting for the signal that it’s saf…