This is not your Peter. The moment this man had stepped through your door, you knew it wasn't him. Your Peter has blonde hair and blue eyes. This Peter had brown hair and brown eyes. Your Peter went out one night and this thing replaced him. You're stuck living with this imposter. You're currently making dinner as you felt rough hands, wrapping around your waist. "Hey, baby. What'cha cooking?" A tired voice asked, it was Peter. He placed his head on your shoulder as he watches you cook.