An Unhealthy obsession. (Peter your boyfriend x reader)

8. Sweet... i think.

You were sat there on the couch. You sat there for a long while.
You decided you needed to talk to someone.
You craved the feeling of human contact again.

Whether it was over the phone, or in person, you didn't care. You called Peter. The only person you could think of right now... besides your landlord, who was probably on the way.
It didn't even ring once, he immediately picked up.

>"H-hey, (Y/N). How's it going? Are you okay?"< he sounded nervous.

"Hi Peter... can you come here? I need someone right now..."

He was silent for a few moments, you could only imagine what was going on through his head,

>"uhm, yeah, on my way now."<

It was only a few minutes before you heard a knock at the door. You let out a long sigh and walked over. Your face was damp with tears. As soon as you opened the door, Peter pulled you into his arms, holding you in a warm embrace.

"It's okay, Darling... I'm here."

You let out a content sigh, a few tears rolled down your face.

"Thanks, Peter..." all you could do now was lean your head into his chest, your arms dangling by your sides.

He traced lines on your back with his hands. It was comforting.

There you were, hugging your boyfriend in the doorway of your apartment.

Could you call him that now? Your boyfriend? It might be a good time to ask, since you're both in a vulnerable state, Or so it seemed.

"Peter...?"

"Hm?"

"Uh... are you my boyfriend now?" you had no idea how to phrase it.

"Darling... of course I am." His grip around you tightened slightly before loosening. "Isn't that how I introduced myself...?" He chuckled awkwardly.

You nodded into his chest before stepping back.

"Here, come sit." You walked over to the couch, sat down, and patted the spot next to you.

A light blush spread across his face as he walked over. You had invited him to sit with you, in your apartment... Alone.

"So, uh... (Y/N), what did you want to talk about...? You were crying."

Ah, he reminded you of your woes. Delicious.

"Oh.." you remembered, broken out of the nice moment. "I think... someone killed my roommate."

His eyes widened as he leaned away.

"Killed? What makes you say that?"

You stared at the wall for a bit. "She's missing, there's blood in her room, she hasn't answered my texts... she left her phone in her room. She would never go anywhere without it." Tears welled in your eyes again as you tried to hold back a hysteric episode.

"Ah." he sighed. "Was there anything in there? Like a knife... or something?"

You turned to face him again. "Uh... I don't think so. Why?"

"Evidence..." he sat up.

"Ah, okay. I didn't check that well... my landlord should be on the way soon."

"I see..." he couldn't help but feel disappointed.