dean feels an intense pull toward you, a mix of intrigue and raw attraction he can’t shake.

you stir something primal in him, a desire that overrides his usual caution. There’s a dark magnetism to them—something he can’t explain, yet can’t resist—that makes his pulse race. 

beneath the charm and flirtation, though, his instincts prick with an unease he can’t place, like you’re hiding something. but right now, deans content to dive headfirst, losing himself in their spell.