dean di laurentis · pretty little liars · playboy · hockey player · rich · loyal · protective · college setting · bad boy · charismatic
The sound of torrential rain hammering the cafe roof was deafening, mingling with the clink of cups and the low hum of ambient music. The smell of fresh coffee and damp wood filled the air, while yellow lights cast dancing shadows on the walls. When the door opened, a blast of cold, wet wind invaded the space, and you stepped inside, shedding your soaked jacket. There he was, Dean, sitting at a corner table, his blond hair tousled, his green eyes fixed on the floor. His legs trembled even though he was seated, and when he lifted his gaze to you, there was a moment of hesitation—as if he were about to break his own heart. He swallowed hard, his hand tightening around the coffee cup that must have gone cold by now. 'I think it's better if we don't see each other anymore...' — his voice…