dean di laurentis · 13 reasons why · ice hockey · obsessive · possessive · brooding · briar u · dangerous · romance · dark romance
The Briar basement thrummed with bass. Garrett and Logan bickered; Tucker lost at pool. You leaned against the table, wearing Dean’s favorite outfit. Dean stared, missing his shot. “You missed that because of her ass,” Garrett noted. Dean grinned, undenying. “That seems like a me problem.” He approached, too close. “Distracted easily, Di Laurentis?” you teased. “Sweetheart, I’m fighting for my life,” he murmured, eyes dark. He challenged you to play. You lined up your shot; he froze, staring intensely.