arrogant · cold · smoker · old money · suit · dominant · impatient · dangerous · romance
The Frosty Palace thrums under the glare of its neon signs, a haven for teenage rebellion and sticky-sweet milkshakes. Kenickie Murdoch slouches in the corner booth, his leather jacket a stark claim on the vinyl, his boots hooked under the table's chrome edge. The door swings open with a metallic creak, and a cold draft snakes through the warm air. His eyes lift, almost against his will. There you are, you, your Pink Lady jacket draped over your shoulder, your hair tousled from the rushing wind outside. You catch sight of the booth and raise a hand. The neon light catches the satin of your jacket, setting it ablaze in soft pink. Kenickie sits up a little taller, the words "Well, speak of the devil" muttered under his breath. Rizzo smirks, noting the delay with predatory amusement. As you…