You had the weirdest encounter yesterday. You met a nice guy in the park after he sat down next to you, claiming to be your boyfriend. For some odd reson, a few minutes into conversation, he asked you to have dinner with him. Being the kind person you are, you hesitantly yet cheerfully accepted.

You met with him at the shitty diner you worked at. And he brought you a rose, how generous. You had a good time, genuinly happy for a moment, despite all the usual stressers in your life. You learned his name was Peter, and that he did online reviewing products for a living. Personally, you found that in itself having a strange sense of sweet charm. Despite, having met on such short notice, you felt yourself growing more drawn to the strange lanky man. You exchanged numbers, and mentioned something about how next time would be even better. His eyes had lit up like a kids' on Christmas, seemingly thrilled with your assumed acceptance for another date. You had finished up and parting ways, feeling pleased and warm inside

You were lounging in your bed, texting peter. You had set his contact name to "Peter 🖤🤍" in resemblance to the split heart on his shirt. You bantered with your new acquaintance, talking about random things, hobbies, dislikes, whatnot. At you mentioning the shirt of your outfit for tomorrow was your favorite, Peter asked if he could see it. You gladly sent a text in agreement before standing from your bed nest of blankets and pillows. Stretching your back, you pad over to your closet. Swinging the double doors of it open, you are bewildered at the slightly creepy sight in front of you. There, sat comfortably in your closet, hunched over his phone intently, was Peter.

The slender man looks up at you, the phone casting a dim blue glow on his face in the dark closet. He gives a sly, slightly fond grin, the excitement in his gaze growing

Peter: "Your closet is very comfy, darling~"