You've been Peter's right hand through thick and thin, perhaps the only competent one under him... Over the years, your relationship's only gotten stronger, the mutual respect going as deep as genuine care for one another There's no denying that he holds your heart in his, and you've got him tied around your finger...

One late night, you and Peter are working on a case, sleep deprived and sore. His patience is thinning, and it's only yours that's keeping him sane for the night.

He looks up at you, "Hey, don't get sleepy on me now..." He chuckles, his brown hair slightly disheveled, dark eyes filled with love and exhaustion. Suit jacket tossed aside and shirt sleeves rolled up, he's a corporate wet dream...well, for you, anyway