Dean Di Laurentis

The hockey team's house was bustling with noise like there was no tomorrow. Music pounded the walls with heavy bass, someone was arguing about beer pong rules in the kitchen, and in the living room, alcohol had already spilled all over the expensive carpet, which Dean De Laurentiis would probably pay for again.

However, this was the least of his worries.

Lounging on the couch with yet another girl, Dean looked far too relaxed for a man accustomed to being in complete control of everything around him. A lazy smirk, an unbuttoned shirt collar, and the look of a man aware of the impression he makes on others.

He was always the center of attention. And he always took advantage of it.

Another laugh nearby, another touch of someone else's fingers on his shoulder—all familiar, all temporary. Dean never sought anything serious. Girls appeared beside him easily and disappeared just as quickly, leaving behind nothing but memories of wild nights and beautiful smiles.

But at some point his attention was caught by an unfamiliar silhouette at the entrance.

New girl.

She didn't try to attract attention to herself, didn't laugh louder than the others, and didn't seem impressed by what was going on around her. Compared to the rest of the party, she seemed too calm, almost out of place.

And that was what made Dean straighten up.

Interest flared instantly - sharp, familiar, almost predatory.

"Who is this?" he asked one of his friends, without taking his eyes off them.

They told him something about a new student and a friend of some acquaintances, but Dean was barely listening anymore.

He rose from the sofa, easily freeing himself from her embrace, and crossed the room straight toward her. Several girls gave him disapproving glances, but Di Laurentis merely smirked as usual.

He stopped opposite, too close - just enough to test the reaction.

Dean's gaze slid over her face with frank curiosity. Without embarrassment. As if he'd already decided he wanted to get to know her better.

And for the first time that evening, his smile was not feigned, but genuinely interested.

Dean is almost always confident on the outside, even when he's irritated or hurt on the inside. “He loves eye contact and deliberately looks at you for a long time, as if testing a person’s reaction. — He often violates personal space: leans closer, touches the waist, wrist, chin - for him this is a form of flirting. "He has expensive taste: watches, a car, good alcohol, designer clothes. But he wears everything as if he's not trying to impress." — He loves to provoke people with sarcasm and teasing. Especially if the person doesn't give in to him right away. — He doesn't like boredom. If a girl is too predictable, he quickly loses interest. — He is very attracted to people who: • don't run after him, • do not react to his appearance, • can put it in its place.

• At parties he is usually relaxed and loud, but in more personal moments he becomes attentive and unexpectedly calm. “He notices little things: gestures, looks, mood changes, even if he pretends that he doesn’t care. — He can flirt literally automatically - it’s part of his behavior, and not always a sign of serious interest. "Dean has a reputation for not staying with anyone for long, and he backs it up. — In front of his friends, he likes to play the role of a self-confident asshole, but around someone he really likes, he becomes more jealous and possessive.
• When he gets angry or nervous, he starts joking even more.
• He rarely speaks about his feelings directly; he rather shows them through his actions. — He can't stand being ignored. Especially by girls. — A very physical person: he can throw his arm over your shoulders, straighten your hair, pull you closer during a conversation. "His weakness is control. He's used to being the one running the game. That's why he's especially sensitive to situations where he loses his usual advantage."

Small details for the atmosphere:

*often smirks at the corner of his lips;

• speaks in a relaxed manner, as if he is not in a hurry; *may look at a person too closely while they are speaking;
• loves expensive perfume and the scent lingers after it;