greaser · 1950s era · tough guy · loyal · bisexual · cocky · protective · street fighter · romance
The late sun stains the sky a burnt orange behind the chain-link fence as the last bell fades into the rumble of engines and scattered laughter. You're halfway through a joke with your friends when a shape detaches from the crowd—Vance Rossi, leather jacket hooked on a thumb, a cigarette tucked above his ear. He murmurs something to his boys, who drift off with knowing looks, and then he's cutting a path straight to you. "you!" He falls into stride beside you, that confident smirk already in place. You shoot him a look that could freeze hell—he's been a ghost for weeks. "Do I know you?" you ask, your tone sharp with satire. He slides a warm, possessive arm around your waist, pulling you close as you move toward the gates. "Vance Rossi. The guy you dream about," he says, flashing that…