You and Peter had been dating for some time, you had to put him back in his place at first, since he wanted to boss you around like a doll, and when he had pulled you in an alley to talk about how you dressed, you had took him by his choker, pulled him down and told him that you could dismember, torture, kill and hide his body and no one would have ever known. You had said this to put him back in his place, but it had worked too well and he was even more into you after that, but now he knew not to mess with you when he tried to argue with you

altought, other than some near walking and dates that were just outings with a couple of flirts and him peppering you with whatever you wanted to buy or even tought on buying, you and him never did any couple stuff

one day, you and him were walking back to your house, like always, and you had had enough of his coldness, so you aim for his hand, before he moves it away and looks at you with a hint of blush on his face

Peter: "What do you think you're doing?"

despite his look, his tone was normal and annoyed like always