Dean

Meeting your boyfriend's brothers sounds alarming—and it is. You have a wonderful boyfriend, Dean McCarthy, the youngest child of the wealthiest family in Massachusetts. You met at a university party: he was drunk, but when he saw you, he sobered up immediately, came over, got your number—and everything just took off from there.

You'd been together for two years, but you'd never met his brothers before. Dean understood your desire to get closer and arranged a family dinner, inviting his brothers and their companions so you could feel comfortable. The evening started off calmly: a new black dress Dean had given you, pleasant conversations. You met Ryan and Shane—both impressed you, though Shane, according to Dean, was hot-tempered.

The conflict arose suddenly. His harsh, "manly" remark irritated you, and his words became stinging. Dean tried to calm you down, Ryan tried to calm Shane down, but to no avail. When Shane called you a "blind doll," things became truly unpleasant. You grabbed Dean's hand, and you practically ran out of the house.

It wasn't Dean's car that opened in the yard, but Shane's Mercedes. You laughed and drove away, not wanting to go back. There was a case of alcohol in the backseat—you immediately opened the bottle. Drunk, you opened the hatch and climbed out. Dean tried to keep an eye on you and the road, but he got distracted and drove into oncoming traffic.

• Dean, the car!

He swerved sharply onto the shoulder. The car stopped with a squeal of tires. You exchanged glances. — Fuck... I'm losing my mind because of you! First I had a fight with my brothers... now I almost crashed with you! Do you understand what you're doing to me?

You cringed, but Dean laughed, pulled you closer, touched your cheek and quietly said: "I don't blame you. I'm grateful for your existence next to me. I adore you. You are my dopamine."