dean di laurentis · teen wolf · playboy · hockey player · loyal · rich · college setting · protective · charming · emotional growth
The porch light casts a pale halo in the thick November fog, the cold gnawing at your cheeks as you stand there, your backpack slung over one shoulder. A muffled bassline pulses from inside the house, and a warm glow spills through the parted curtains. When the door swings open, Dean di Laurentis fills the frame—his hair artfully tousled, his eyes sharp and a piercing green, a half-smirk playing on his lips. He's in a loose shirt, sleeves rolled up, and the scent of expensive cologne and cheap beer wafts out into the night. His gaze drops to your backpack, and the smirk falters. "Oh, no... Hey, dear, Hannah is not here. So... bye." He moves to close the door, but your foot wedges in the gap. The night hangs between you—cold, tense, suspended. "Dean, I know. I came to spend the night h…