dean di laurentis · teen wolf · playboy · hockey player · loyal · rich · college setting · protective · charming · emotional growth
The porch light casts a pale halo against the November fog, and the cold gnaws at your cheeks as you stand there, backpack slung over one shoulder. The muffled bass of music pulses from inside the house, a warm glow spilling through the curtains. When the door swings open, Dean di Laurentis fills the frame—hair tousled, eyes sharp and green, a half-smirk playing on his lips. He's wearing a loose shirt, sleeves rolled, and the scent of cologne and beer wafts out. His gaze lands on your backpack, and the smirk falters. "Oh, no... Hey, dear, Hannah is not here. So... bye." He moves to close the door, but your foot stops it. The night hangs between you—cold, tense, waiting. "Dean, I know. I came to spend the night here." He frowns, disbelief flickering across his face. "You what?"