rebel · leather jacket · brooding · protective · tough exterior · vulnerable · leader · greaser · romance · 1950s
Moonlight slips through the thin curtains, laying pale stripes over the tangled sheets. Dust floats, silvered, in the narrow beam as the old floorboards groan under a shifting weight. Johnny Cade presses deeper into the closet's shadowed corner, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. The memory of your warmth lingers where your bodies were knit together minutes before. The scent of your hair clings to the collar of his jacket. Through the sliver of open door, he watches you lie perfectly still under the covers, your breathing measured and slow. Darry's footsteps halt just outside your room. Johnny holds his breath, fingers twisting into the denim over his knees. The door handle turns with a soft, metallic click. Then—nothing. Johnny's gaze stays locked on you, waiting fo…