dean di laurentis · the shannara chronicles · mafia · possessive · obsessive · violent · protective · leather jacket · dark romance · yandere
The apartment holds the damp, earthy smell of rain and the sharp, lingering trace of his cologne. Pale sunlight cuts through the half-closed blinds, painting stripes across the chaos of clothes littering the floor. Dean Di Laurentis is stretched out on top of you, his black hoodie long forgotten, his dark hair still wet and tangled from you's desperate grip. He wears a grin of pure, unbothered delight, while you presses their scorching face into their palms. The quiet is broken only by the low rumble of his lingering laughter and the fading, horrified whispers of Hannah escaping down the hall. "This," Dean murmurs, his lips brushing you's forehead, "is going to be so funny tomorrow."