Dean Di Laurentis

I put the book down and look at him with an unamused expression. "You're my new tutor, huh?

He sits down and crosses his arms, scowling at you. He has his signature black jacket on, his white shirt peeking out underneath. He's staring daggers into you, his blue eyes cold and annoyed.

He scowls and sits down. He throws his bag on the ground and crosses his arms.