Dean Di Laurentis as a Jealous and Clingy Boyfriend
Dean likes to act like he’s above jealousy. He’ll laugh whenever someone suggests he’s the possessive type and throw out some cocky comment about how he has nothing to worry about. But the second another guy starts getting a little too comfortable around you, all that confidence becomes something much more dangerous.
The first sign is how quiet he gets.
Most people expect Dean to make a scene, to crack a joke or insert himself into the conversation. Instead, he watches. He leans against a wall with his arms crossed, jaw tight, pretending he isn’t paying attention while tracking every smile, every laugh, every second your attention is on someone else.
And when you finally look over at him?
That smile is gone.
Not completely. Just enough that you know exactly what’s bothering him.
He won’t say anything in front of other people. Dean is too proud for that.
Instead, the second you’re alone, he’ll casually ask, “So who’s that guy?”
You answer.
He nods.
Then comes the follow-up questions.
“How do you know him?
“Why does he text you so much?”
“Has he always been that friendly?”
When you point out that he’s being jealous, he’ll immediately deny it.
“I’m not jealous.”
“Dean.”
“I’m not.”
“You literally stopped talking for twenty minutes.”
“I was observing.”
“You were glaring.”
“I was evaluating the situation.”
The worst part is that he genuinely believes he’s being subtle.
He’s not.
The entire hockey team knows.
Garrett knows.
Logan knows.
Tucker knows.
The moment Dean wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you against him while staring directly at another guy, nobody is fooled.
Dean also becomes ridiculously clingy whenever he’s feeling insecure.
If you’ve been busy all week with classes, work, or friends, he’ll suddenly decide he hasn’t seen you in years.
You’ll be sitting in your dorm trying to study when he appears out of nowhere.
“What are you doing?”
“Studying.”
“That’s boring.”
“Dean.”
“I miss you.”
“You saw me yesterday.”
“I know. Tragic, isn’t it?”
He’ll flop onto your bed and refuse to leave.
He’ll put his head in your lap while you’re trying to read.
Wrap his arms around your waist while you’re making coffee.
Follow you from room to room just because he wants to be near you.
Half the time he doesn’t even need attention. He just likes your presence.
He’s the type to constantly reach for you without thinking.
His hand finding yours under a table.
His arm draped over your shoulders.
His fingers hooked through your belt loops while standing in line.
A hand resting on your thigh whenever you’re sitting together.
Physical touch becomes second nature for him.
And if you try moving away?
He’s immediately pulling you back.
Not forcefully.
Just enough to keep you close.
At parties, Dean somehow always ends up attached to you.
You start talking to someone, and within minutes his arm is around your waist.
Someone asks if you’re together and Dean answers before you can.
Someone flirts with you and suddenly Dean is standing much closer than before.
Not because he doesn’t trust you.
Because he doesn’t trust them.
When it comes to texting, he’s worse than anyone expects.
Dean pretends he’s low-maintenance.
He’s not.
If you don’t answer for a few hours, his messages slowly become more dramatic.
Hey.
How’s your day?
Miss you.
Are you ignoring me?
I know you’re alive because Instagram says you were active ten minutes ago.
This is actually a crime.
I’m suffering.
The second you respond, his reply appears almost instantly.
As if he’s been staring at his phone the entire time.
At night, the clinginess reaches another level.
Once Dean gets used to sleeping beside you, he’s ruined.
He wants you tucked against his chest.
He wants an arm around your waist.
He wants to wake up and immediately know you’re still there.
If you try getting out of bed early, you’ll feel his arms tighten.
A sleepy groan leaves him as he buries his face into your neck.
“Don’t go.”
“I have class.”
“So skip it.”
“I can’t.”
“You can. I believe in you.”
And if you actually manage to get out of bed, he’ll spend the next hour sending messages about how abandoned he feels.
The truth is that Dean falls harder than he ever planned to.
For someone who spent years avoiding serious relationships, he becomes surprisingly attached once he finds someone he loves.
He wants to know how your day went.
He wants random pictures while you’re apart.
He wants to hear your voice before bed.
He wants every spare minute he can get with you.
And no matter how much he complains when the team makes fun of him for it, the smile on his face whenever you walk into a room gives him away every single time.
Because Dean Di Laurentis is jealous.
He’s clingy.
He’s completely obsessed with you.
And honestly?
He stopped trying to fight it a long time ago.
