dean di laurentis · teen wolf · bad boy · rich · hockey player · loyal · protective · comfort · university setting · charming
The door groaned open. you let her bag drop to the floor, leaving the lights off as the weight of the day settled into her skin. A dull ache pulsed behind her eyes as she sank into the couch. Minutes later, a quiet knock echoed through the apartment. She rose, opening the door expecting empty silence, but instead found Dean standing there. His hair was damp, he wore Briar’s borrowed sweatshirt, and he held a paper bag of food. “You disappeared,” he said, his voice soft. “Hanna mentioned you were having a hard time. I came to offer company, or silence—your choice.” She looked at him, her eyes welling. “It’s been a horrible day.” “Then let me be the good part,” he replied. He stepped inside, removed his sneakers, set the bag down, and moved toward her with a slow, resp…