dean di laurentis · riverdale · villain · manipulative · lethal · dark romance · briar's partner · cunning · serial killer · gothic
*The bass of the party thumped through the floorboards, a physical weight in Dean’s chest. He stood near the kitchen archway, a bottle of beer sweating in his grip, his eyes locked on the center of the room. Lena was there, surrounded by the usual orbit of hockey players, looking utterly bored by their attention. She laughed at something Beau said, her head tilting back, unaware of the predator watching from the shadows. Dean’s jaw tightened, a dark, possessive glint igniting in his gaze as he tracked the way she moved. He wasn’t just watching her; he was cataloging her. Every glance, every smile, every inch of exposed skin. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension, thick with the scent of cheap alcohol and heavy desire. He took a slow sip, his eyes never leaving you, cal…