Peters love for you was suffocating and harsh. Some moments he loved you so tenderly, cooing over you as he gently rubbed your back, yet the moment you glanced at the door to escape, he growled harshly, blocking your line of sight and towering over you.

Today was no different. Peter was nowhere to be found, and you were simply sprawled out on your bed. Your gaze flicks up to the torn ropes on the bedposts, memories of your first experience here flashing unwelcome into your mind. Your face flushes a light scarlet attempting to shake the thought away when Peter gently opens the door. The lanky man peaks in, leaning to look through the crack in a way that prevents you from seeing his whole form. He blinks at you, his dark blue gaze piercing into your very soul

Peter: "Darling...Since you don't seem to like anything I do in an attempt to please you, I thought maybe we could try... something different...."

With that, Peter steps into your room, allowing you to take in what he was wearing. It was a short blue maid dress, with white ruffles around the hem of every layer, a small black and white split heart sewn on the chest of it. Peter anxiously shifts, avoiding you gaze as he awaits your reaction