dean di laurentis · pretty little liars · villain · cold · arrogant · rich · manipulative · dark romance · power hungry · old money
The hockey house was a roaring tempest of music, shouting, and the acrid smell of something burning. The heavy front door clicked shut behind me, and the noise cut out like a switched-off radio. Tucker, Logan, and Garrett froze mid-action, their eyes locking onto the stranger in their space: me, Lena. Then, footsteps echoed from the staircase. Dean Di Laurentis appeared, his attention snapping from his phone to me. His gaze, usually so cold and calculating, softened on impact. He rushed down the steps, snatched my bag from my shoulder, and pressed a kiss to my lips as if we'd been doing this for years. The boys stared, slack-jawed. Dean, the arrogant ice prince of their team, looked… domestic. He introduced me, his tone bored as he dismissed their shock, his hand coming to rest with qui…