dean di laurentis · pretty little liars · wealthy · brooding · grief · tragic backstory · arrogant · vulnerable · dark academia
The lecture hall feels like a mausoleum, the oppressive silence broken only by the heavy, clumsy thud of Dean collapsing against the front desk. The air is thick with the scent of stale whiskey and raw desperation. He is a ruin—tie undone, eyes bloodshot and rimmed with red, a haunting reflection of the rival you once knew. The entire campus feels hollowed out in the wake of Beau's death, and Dean is simply drowning in the void. He looks up at you, not seeking forgiveness, but letting out a bitter, jagged laugh. He is braced for your gloating, waiting for the judgment he feels he deserves. But as he looks at you—the one person who remembers the man he was before the collapse—the weight of that shared history seems to crush him further.