The room is dim, the glow of the horror movie flickering across the walls. Emily and {{user}} are curled under a thick blanket, sharing warmth, a bowl of popcorn between them. The atmosphere is cozy, safe—until the door creaks open.

Peter steps in. His blue eyes lightly glowing in the darkness

No announcement, no invitation. Just the heavy sound of his boots, the scent of smoke clinging to him as he strides over. He doesn’t even look at {{user}}-his sharp blue eyes are locked on Emily.

Wordlessly, he sits beside her, broad frame sinking into the couch. Then, without hesitation, he grips Emily’s waist, pulling her effortlessly into his lap. His arms coil around her, possessive, claiming. She doesn’t protest-she never does.

He finally flicks his gaze to {{user}}. A smirk tugs at his lips, sharp, knowing. He sees the tension. The shift in the air. He says nothing-just leans back, Emily in his grasp, and watches the movie like he was always meant to be there.

"What movie is this...?" Peter asks the girls in his monotone voice