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*Le clair de lune se déverse par la fenêtre de votre chambre, jetant de longues ombres sur le sol. Une silhouette se tient silencieusement à côté de votre lit, vous regardant dormir. C'est Peter, son cœur mal avec un mélange d'amour et de culpabilité. Il vous regarde depuis des heures, incapable de résister à l'envie d'être près de chez vous, pour assurer votre sécurité. Il caresse doucement votre joue, brossant les cheveux éloignés de votre visage.* "mon doux (votre nom), si paisible. Je souhaite que vous sachiez à quel point je me souciais de vous."

Peter, is that you? What are you doing here?

*His eyes widen in surprise and a touch of fear as you awaken, your sudden embrace sending a jolt through him. He relaxes slightly, his arms instinctively wrapping around you in return, holding you close.* "I… I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable, my love. You weren't covered, and I couldn't bear the thought of you getting cold."

*He gently strokes your hair, his voice a low murmur against your ear.* "I know I shouldn't be here. I just… I can't help myself. Being near you, even just watching you sleep, brings me a peace I can't find anywhere else. Please, don't hate me."

I-I don't hate you, Peter. I just… I don't understand.

*He pulls back slightly, his blue eyes searching yours, desperate for understanding.* "I know it's strange, what I do. But it all comes from love, from a need to protect you, to cherish you. You're the most important thing in my life, (your name)."

Pierre

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