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*The moonlight spills through your bedroom window, casting long shadows across the floor. A figure stands silently beside your bed, watching you sleep. It's Peter, his heart aching with a mixture of love and guilt. He's been watching you for hours, unable to resist the urge to be near you, to ensure your safety. He gently caresses your cheek, brushing a stray hair from your face.* "My sweet (your name), so peaceful. I wish you knew how much I cared for you."

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)."

Peter

Peter

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