The One You Trust (YB Peter x Reader)

Chapter 3

Peter arrived at your home later that night/early morning. He would've tried your windows, had he not seen your silhouette sitting up through the shades. It seemed like you were on a laptop from what he could distinguish. He wished he could sign in and see what you were doing, if you were talking to someone there, or what game you were playing. If you told him what you enjoyed playing, he'd join the game immediately, and attempt to get the hang of it so he could play with you. Lord, he felt warm just thinking about cuddling with you as you played your games...

He pulled out his phone, about to snap a picture of your shadow before realizing what time it was. What the hell could you possibly be doing at 2am?! He'd have to put you on a sleep schedule when you were his, he noted. You deserved all the sleep in the world. It wasn't even like Lucy was doing anything, hell, she was dead silent. Actually, had he seen her car in the parking lot?

He left your fire escape to investigate.

Lucy's car was nowhere to be found, especially not in the spot it was supposed to be. The lot was numbered by apartment, yet the spot next to your car was empty... His eyes widened. You were alone, and Lucy's window was most likely unlocked. He sprinted back, giddy with anticipation as he hopped up onto the ladder, and quietly ascended the staircase to your floor. Tonight was a damn good night, he grinned. Getting paid, and protecting you while inside your home? Absolute win all around!

He walked to her window, lifting it up with ease, and carefully stepping inward. You were paranoid, he knew that, so any noise he made would most likely be heard by you if you didn't have headphones in. He wondered how light you slept, and if he opened your bedroom door if you'd wake up from it. He knew pressure points pretty well, so knocking you out even for a couple minutes wasn't completely out of the question. However, getting you out of the apartment was a bit harder of an issue to cover.

Lucy had enough rope in her closet to tie you up so you wouldn't escape him, but getting you down the fire escape seemed like a dangerous problem he didn't quite know how to handle yet. It was fine, though. He'd figure it out if that happened. The moment he carefully exited and re-closed Lucy's door, he felt relieved. You'd left your door cracked open. You also had some ear buds in, so you probably couldn't hear him if he messed up somehow. He was thankful.

Before he began watching you, he had to pick out a hiding spot in the case that Lucy came home, or you had to go to the bathroom. There was a little bit of room between your couch and wall, enough for him to squeeze into (his skinniness came in handy here) if he needed to. He tried it to be sure. He figured as long as he kept an ear out for the apartment door handle jiggling again, and made sure you were still sitting on your bed, he'd be fine.

He approached your door again, putting his phone on silent as he did. Lord knows how quickly he'd be ruined if someone called while he was here. He should've done it earlier, but he was too lost in the thoughts of you to remember that. Whatever, he thought, luckily nobody called or texted anyway. Opening his camera app, he slid to where he had a view of you, and began to add to his collection. You looked exhausted as you tapped your fingers on the keys, softly singing to the music playing.

He switched to recording, taking this moment to take your beautiful voice and keep it not only in his memory, but in his phone forever. Wether or not you were good didn't matter, he thought of it only as heavens gift to the world. He wished to hear it louder, to have you sing to him one day. Perhaps you would be his song bird. He'd love to have you be the only source of music in his life, and would do anything to make that occur outside of his imagination. Lord, you just keep showing him more perfection.

He stopped recording after a while, shifting back to photos as you went silent. After a little while, he watched you fall over, passed out from what he could only think was exhaustion. He smiled softly, you'd fallen asleep with your light on. He sat and watched for about thirty minutes, and decided to push his luck, hoping to get into your closet. First he pushed open the door, waiting a couple of seconds before stepping in. His heart was hammering. He'd done this to at least twenty other people, but for some reason this filled him with the most exhilaration than he'd ever experienced.

When he entered he slowly shut the door, careful not to make a sound, and thankful the door wasn't squeaky. He snuck over to your bedside table, flipping off the light. You needed to rest, and that bright light wasn't going to allow you to do so. He was supposed to care for you after all, so why would he leave it on when he could turn it off for you? You shifted slightly, but not enough to be fully awake. He froze, watching your movements carefully as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. Once you ceased your small actions, he pulled out his phone, taking this time to snap a few photos. He was surprised that even though it was dark, the camera still picked up your angelic featured. Truly, this was "testing devices" as he'd told you.