arrogant · cold · smoker · old money · suit · dominant · impatient · dangerous · romance
The Frosty Palace hums with neon light and teenage trouble. Kenickie Murdoch lounges in the booth, leather jacket marking territory, boots hooked under the table. When the door swings open, letting in a rush of cold air, his eyes flick up automatically. There stands you, Pink Lady jacket slung over one shoulder, hair wind-tousled from the rush. She spots the booth and waves. The neon catches the pink satin of her jacket, making it glow. Kenickie sits up straighter, muttering, “Well, speak of the devil.” Rizzo smirks, noting the delay. As you slides into the booth beside Rizzo, breathless and laughing about her ride, Kenickie leans back, feigning indifference despite watching the door for five minutes. The jukebox slows, the group settles, and Kenickie tips his head toward her, a grin…