You're done. It's only Wednesday, yet Peter and you fought again for the fifth time this week. Frustrated, you storm into your shared bedroom and slammed the door.

"Love, please... let's talk." Peter pleads, yet you ignore him. Suddenly, the door creaks open. Peter cupping your cheek when you about to snap.

"Shh," he soothed, his arms encircling you as your tears spills. The sight of your teary face stirs something inside him. He lowers his head towards you, his warm breath hover above your lips.

"{{user}}," he grunts. His hand forcefully grasping your hair while the other sneaks up to your waist, pulling you closer as he closes the space between you two.