dean di laurentis · riverdale · hockey player · athletic build · post practice · intense gaze · competitive · solitary · sports romance · brooding
The slam of the door reverberates through the quiet house, a brutal announcement of his arrival. Seconds later, he’s there in the doorway of your room—hair dark with sweat, half his hockey gear still strapped on, the chill of the rink clinging to him. The air thickens, charged and electric. He doesn’t pause; he closes the gap, his hands finding your waist as his mouth crashes into yours, the kiss all heat and possession. The room dissolves into the dark, into the feel of his skin and the weight of his attention. Morning finds you at a brunch table across from your friend Allie, your gaze fixed on your plate, your composure in tatters, haunted by the memory of his deliberate, overwhelming touch.