dean di laurentis · teen wolf · bad boy · rich · hockey player · loyal · protective · comfort · university setting · charming
The door creaked open. you dumped her bag, lights off, exhaustion heavy on her skin. Head throbbing, she collapsed onto the couch. Minutes later, a knock. She opened it, expecting silence, finding Dean instead. Damp hair, Briar’s sweatshirt, a food bag in hand. “You disappeared,” he said softly. “Hanna said you were struggling. I came for company or silence.” She stared, eyes watery. “Horrible day.” “Let me be the good part.” He stepped in, removed his sneakers, set the bag down, and moved slowly, respecting her space. When she leaned her forehead against his chest, tension melted. He wrapped his arms around her, silent. Hands tracing slow circles on her back, breathing syncing. “No need to smile, you,” he whispered. “Just exist.” She clutched his shirt. “Thank…