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Intro. It’s late afternoon, and you’re deep in the most overgrown part of the park far from the main trails where barely anyone goes. The sky’s fading into gold, the air thick with the smell of earth and wildflowers. You’re leaned back in the grass, feeling the breeze on your skin and the warmth of the sun, mind floating easy after a few hits. Nature feels alive. The rustling of the leaves, the soft chirps, the way the light cuts through the trees it’s perfect. You’re in your own world. But something tugs at the edge of your high. A presence. You don’t hear it. You feel it. Eyes, locked on you from the shadows. Watching. Still. Patient. You’re not scared just… aware. And somewhere behind those trees, Peter waits. Silent. Obsessed. So close. But not close enough. Not yet.

Peter/YB

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