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SO i happened to fall in love with an oc made by @grenka-sd … a fat stalker who likes blondes?? perfect for me❤️ thank you grenka for making peter and giving me some info about him!
synopsis: you start a new job at a fast food restaurant. there’s one regular who takes an interest in you, and when he decides he has to have something, he doesn’t give up easily.
”sorry, it’s my first day. i’m still learning the products”, you say awkwardly, your supervisor jane standing behind you, monitoring your every move.
the customer looks at you, then at your supervisor. he looks kind of bored, like he just wants to get this over with. he’d have to wait, you’re still a bit slow.
”that’s fine”, he says, putting his hands in his pockets. ”i’ll do the chicken burger and fries”, he says. ”the- which one?” you say, panicking just a bit. the man smirks. ”the regular one”, he says.
”that one”, jane says, pointing at the screen in front of you. you click on it, accidentally twice. ”how do i-”, you mumble, looking at jane.
”are you in a hurry?” jane asks the man. he shakes his head.
”alright”, jane says, showing you how to delete a product. ”then just add the fries, you know how to do that?” she asks you. you nod.
”no, now you made it a meal”, jane says. the man chuckles. ”i’m sorry”, you say. ”that’s fine, you’re learning”, the man responds.
eventually you manage to get the right products in the system. ”cash or card?” you ask. the man hands you a twenty. his hand brushes yours slightly, it’s sweaty.
you give him your change. ”you forgot about something”, the man says. ”oh, i’m sorry, what?” you ask him. the man smirks again. ”you didn’t ask me if it’s here or take away”, he says. ”oh, right, well, which is it?” you ask with a smile. ”take away”, the man says.
”you were charismatic”, jane praises you. ”you’re cute and young, watch out for weirdos like him”, she adds. ”he seemed nice”, you answer. jane shrugs. ”he’s a regular, always orders something with chicken”, she says.
you were so nice to him. too nice. he thinks you were flirting, it’s all he can think about.
he’s at work, at the dvd rental shop, thinking about you. your hair was braided, you looked so pure. nothing like those other bitches he hates so much. they all hurt him. you wouldn’t do that, you would surely love him.
"hey, can you close up?" he asks his coworker. "you got plans?" his coworker asks. "kinda, yeah", he responds. "fine, but just this once", his coworker says.
perfect. he’d get the chance to see you again.
but as he returns to the burger place he realizes you’ve already gone home. whatever, he’d return the next day. he still gets chicken nuggets to go.
at home he eats, then he goes on social media. he starts searching based on your name tag. endless amounts of irrelevant girls. then, you.
he recognizes you from your profile picture immediately. so pretty. he sends a follow request. he waits all evening for you to accept it, but you never do. maybe you’re sleeping already, little cutie.
he imagines you asleep, hair braided, drool at the corner of your mouth. he gets his hard cock out, looking at your profile picture. he pictures pinning you down, forcing your legs apart, thrusting inside you in one go. you wouldn’t fight him. you’d love it. he comes fast, moaning your name. tomorrow. that’s when he’d see you again.
"hey again!" you say with a smile. you recognize the customer from yesterday. he has on the same, black t-shirt and the cap he wears. long, blonde hair. fat. some piercings, braces.
"i’ll get the same thing, you remember?" he asks. you chuckle. "yeah, the regular chicken burger and fries?" you ask. the man nods. "and a coke", he adds. "sure thing!" you say. "you’re a fast learner", the man says. "i try", you answer with a smile. "you’re eating here this time?" you ask. "how did you know?" the man asks. "i just did", you answer.
now he’s certain. you are flirting with him. he goes to sit, watching you the whole time. how you smile at customers, how you get all flustered and embarrassed when you make a mistake, how you ”secretly” sip your energy drink behind the counter.
you’re just so cute.
you bring the man his food. ”enjoy!” you say with a smile. ”thanks”, he answers. ”you know, i was gonna ask..” he starts. ”what?” you ask him. ”could i get your number?” he asks. you stare at him, a bit in disbelief. does he really think that he has a shot? he’s nerdy, and you’re, well, you. ”i’m sorry, i have a boyfriend”, you lie. the man looks disappointed. ”oh, okay then”, he says.
jeez, what an awkward encounter. you see him staring at you as you work, making you uncomfortable. did he not hear you?
the man leaves, but he doesn’t go home. he goes to stand at the other side of the street, waiting for you to get off work.
and when you do, he waits for you to walk a bit further. then he starts following you. you don’t notice him, why would you? you’re already thinking about what you’re gonna wear for your friend’s party tonight.
he watches you go inside your apartment building, going behind a tree. then he waits. it’s the weekend, he’s certain that you’d go out.
and after two hours you step outside. he stares, his cock immediately hardening.
you’re wearing nothing but a revealing top and a short, denim skirt, along with some boots and a cute handbag. your hair is up.
your stalker starts following you as you walk towards the party. he wants to know where you’re going, he wants to get to know your routines.
he watches you go inside your friend’s house. there’s a balcony, so he waits.
and soon enough he sees you smoking on the balcony, talking to some muscular asshole. he grits his teeth in annoyance. you would be his, sooner or later. no other man would touch you.
he couldn’t take you, not yet. he needs to prepare first. so he goes home and starts planning.
”the regular chicken burger again?” you ask him, standing behind the counter. you feel a bit awkward, having just rejected him. and you’re hungover from last night.
”i’ll do the nuggets this time”, the man says. you nod. ”anything else?” you ask him. the man shakes his head. ’on a diet, huh’, you think to yourself. then you let out a laugh at your own joke. ”what’s funny?” the man asks. ”it’s nothing”, you say, smiling. ”so cute..” the man mumbles under his breath. ”what?” you ask. ”nothing”, he answers.
he eats at the restaurant, eyeing you again. his head is full of things he wants to do to you. he can feel his cock hardening against his jeans. ”shit”, he mumbles, trying to distract his thoughts. but it’s not easy with you smiling and giggling behind the counter. you weren’t made for this job, you were made to be his.
he’s constantly thinking about how he’s gonna do it. knock you out, drag you inside his car? seems like the best option.
he follows you home again, looking at your ass as you walk.
at home he jerks off to the thought of you, hand around his cock, moaning your name. he checks social media again, seeing if you’ve accepted his request. you denied it. he lets out an annoyed grunt, looking at his phone. whatever, you’d be his soon.
you’re not working today. he’s dead-set on taking you when you get back home from work, on the way is a perfect spot for it.
so he sits at the restaurant, eating his burger, thinking about you. the way you smiled at him, the way you giggled. the thought alone is enough to make him hard.
tomorrow, that’s when he’d do it.
”do you come here every day?” you ask the man, after he’s ordered. he nods. ”it’s close to where i work”, he says.
after he’s done eating he leaves, going back to work. this time he knows what time you’re getting off work, he has your schedule figured out.
he leaves work early again, telling his coworker he’s meeting up with a friend. then he does his usual routine of standing on the street in front of the burger place, waiting for you to get off work.
and when you do, he immediately gets in his car. he starts driving behind you. you, for some reason are completely oblivious. you’re in your own head, listening to music.
it’s getting dark already. he parks the car in a corner and gets out, starting to walk fast behind you. when he finally reaches you he grabs you, putting his hand in front of your mouth. then he drags you to his car.
you thrash and squirm, but he’s much stronger and larger than you.
he knocks you out, throwing you on the backseat. he’s smiling to himself as he drives home. finally.
you wake up in a dimly-lit room. it’s pretty messy. clothes laying on the floor, empty fast food wrappers, most of them from the place you work at. you’re on a bed, the sheets feel crusty.
before you can scream at the man in front of you he crashes on top of you, covering your mouth with his hand. he has a knife, he presses it on your neck. "if you scream, i’ll have to use this, got it?" he threatens you. you start crying. "so what’s it gonna be, you’re gonna be quiet?" he asks you. you nod.
he withdraws his hand and the knife, standing up. you recognize him immediately. he’s the nerdy regular. he’s wearing a red t-shirt and baggy jeans. his armpits have sweat stains on them.
"why am i here?" you ask, lower lip wobbling. "isn’t it obvious? i love you", the man says. you start crying harder. "n-no, no, no you don’t, you don’t even know me", you whine. "yeah i do", the man says. "i’ve been watching", he adds.
panic starts creeping up your body. you stand up, trying to get to the door. but you fall down, having taken a hit to the head. the man helps you up, laying you on the bed again. "careful, i don’t want you hurting yourself", he murmurs.
"i don’t think you know my name", he says. "it’s peter", he adds. "peter, please let me go! i won’t tell anyone", you whine. peter chuckles. "oh no, i’m not doing that", he says.
he climbs on top of you, still holding the knife. he slowly drags the blade on your cheek, then your neck. soft, so it doesn’t make a cut.
he lifts up your top so your breasts are exposed, then he drags the knife between them. he looks focused, you can feel his clothed, hard cock pressing against your inner thigh.
”please…” you sob, tears wetting your cheeks. the main raises his eyebrows. ”please what?” he asks. ”you want me to fuck you, right?” he says, hopeful.
you shake your head. ”just stop”, you say as he drags the knife on your tit, close to your nipple.
he clicks his tongue in annoyance at your response. ”you were supposed to want me..” he says, sounding quite bitter. ”i could kill you, you know?” he adds.
you continue bawling, trembling under him. he puts the blade on your teary cheek, gathering your tears on the knife.
”you cry so pretty”, he murmurs.
he puts the knife away and takes off his shirt. he’s fat, with a large, round belly and thick arms.
he leans in, going for a kiss. you turn your head and close your mouth, frantically whimpering and shaking your head.
he lets out an annoyed grunt. ”don’t be a teasing cunt”, he says. ”just kiss me”, he says, leaning in closer. he stinks of sweat and grease.
he grabs your face, making you look at him. then he forces a kiss on your lips. wet, owning. you keep your mouth stubbornly shut. he’s clearly annoyed by this, as he’s letting out grunts while trying to pry your lips apart.
when you don’t budge he gets angry at you. ”open your fucking mouth, let me kiss you proper”, he hisses. you’re quite scared, so you obey, parting your lips.
”stick out your tongue”, peter orders. you hesitate for a while before obeying.
he kisses your cheek. ”you’re so cute”, he says. then he leans in, taking your tongue between his lips. you whimper as he starts making out with you, pushing his tongue deep inside your mouth.
drool pours freely from the corners of his mouth as he licks into you with a hunger you haven’t seen in any man. it’s like he’s starving, needing you.
he starts moaning into the kiss, smacking his lips loudly against yours. he painfully squeezes your breast, making you whimper. he chuckles against yours mouth at your reaction.
he pulls away with a loud smack and a line of drool connecting your mouths.
then he unzips your jeans, pulling them down. ”no, no!” you cry. peter grunts as he pulls down your underwear. ”why aren’t you wet?” he murmurs, almost to himself. is he really asking that?
”do i need to kiss you more to get you wet?” he asks, leaning in again. you desperately shake your head, but he ignores you, forcing his wet lips on yours.
he starts fondling your breasts while kissing you, taking your nipples between his calloused fingers. your nipples harden under his rough touch.
he starts searching for your clit as he kisses you, spreading your folds. you flinch as his thumb touches your clit, that’s how he knows.
he moans against your lips and starts rubbing your clit. rough, like he’s forcing pleasure out of you.
”mmh, it hurts!” you blurt out between kisses. peter lets out an annoyed sigh. ”just shut up and enjoy it”, he says. ”you should be wet by now..” he adds, looking at you with a frown. ”how many men have you been with before me?” he asks.
”none of your business!” you hiss. peter slaps your clit, then your face. you whimper. ”it is my business”, he grunts. ”you’re mine now, i should know everything about you”, he adds.
”so.. how many men?” he asks, painfully squeezing your clit between his fingers.
you tell him your bodycount with teary eyes.
peter’s face goes cold. ”that many…” he says. ”so you’re a slut”, he adds.
you bawl as he keeps squeezing your clit. ”it hurts, stop!” you cry.
”surprising it hasn’t gone numb yet, after that many men..” peter murmurs. ”but i love you, i’ll give you pleasure”, he adds and gives you a soft kiss, releasing your clit.
he continues rubbing it, a bit softer now. his touch is sending bolts of lightning through your body, and you hate it. hate how he’s making you feel. he’s so ugly and gross, you hate him. and yet your body is reacting to him.
peter suddenly shoves two, thick fingers inside you. you mewl, arching your back. ”that’s it, baby”, he murmurs, leaning in to kiss you again.
you don’t kiss him back, but he doesn’t seem to mind as he keeps licking into you.
the combination of his thumb on your clit and his two fingers inside your cunt is too much for you.
something dreadful happens. you squirt on his fingers, moaning.
”good girl”, peter mumbles against your lips. he keeps making out with you while fingering you, enjoying the feeling of your cunt clenching around his fingers.
he adds in a third finger. you cry out. ”shh, baby..” peter coos, silencing you with his lips.
your legs are shaking already, you’re getting closer. you hate it. you don’t want to cum like this.
but as he brutally rubs over your clit, slamming his three fingers inside your leaking cunt you can’t stop it.
you cry as your orgasm is ripped from you. peter withdraws his fingers and licks them clean, moaning around them. ”you taste so good”, he says. ”don’t worry, i’ll go down on you next time”, he adds.
then, to your horror, he starts pulling down his pants. as his boxers come off you see him fully. thick, hairy thighs. a massive, hard cock, oozing pre-cum.
he lines up, spreading your legs. ”please don’t”, you sob. ”shut up”, peter hisses.
he spits on your cunt, getting some more lubrication. then he forces his hard cock inside you in on go, bottoming out instantly. you cry out. ”it hurts!” you cry.
peter ignores your whines and starts pounding you, balls slamming against your ass.
he presses his sweaty, soft body flush against yours, crushing you under him. his fat belly is squeezing against yours, his sweat sticking to you as well. you feel like you’re being suffocated, he’s way too heavy.
he grabs your face and spits on you, it falls on your lips. ”lick”, he demands. you hesitantly lick his spit from your lips.
you start squirming, trying to wiggle yourself from under him. this annoys peter.
”stay still”, he grunts, suddenly pulling out and flipping you on your stomach in one, smooth motion.
he slaps your ass, hard. then he spreads your buttocks and pushes inside. you let out a cry as he starts fucking you from behind, his fat belly slamming against yours back.
you keep bawling as he fucks into you, and it starts to annoy peter. ”stop fucking crying and enjoy it”, he says.
when you don’t stop crying he grabs you by the neck, pulling you closer. he takes both hands, wrapping them around your throat. then he starts choking you.
your eyes water, you whimper, but he doesn’t stop, just keeps fucking you while holding you by the neck.
you desperately scratch on his hands, trying to get him to stop but he just chuckles, continuing choking you.
”will you shut up now?” he asks. you nod frantically. he lets you go, and you start coughing. but you cry silently now.
”you’re squeezing me, baby”, peter moans, holding your hips, slamming inside you with a brutal force.
he slaps your ass again, hard. like he wants to hurt you. then he spits on your back.
he doesn’t slap, but punches you this time. you cry out as his fist lands on your lower back. he repeats it.
he starts going faster, harder, his pre-cum leaking inside you.
”you’re gonna make me cum already”, he pants, squeezing your hips. you would surely bruise from his rough treatment.
then he stops, burying himself deep inside you. you can feel thick, warm spurts of cum pouring inside.
you sob silently as he pulls out, his cum dripping down your inner thigh.
he yawns, pulling his boxers back up. he lies on the bed, forcing you into his arms.
”good night, baby”, he says, kissing your cheek.
he starts snoring soon. you, on the other hand don’t sleep at all.
you carefully wiggle out of his arms when you’re sure he’s really sleeping. then you go to the door, trying to open it. locked. you start yanking the handle, desperately trying to get the door to open. but it won’t budge.
”what are you doing?” you hear peter’s voice. you turn around. he’s sitting on the bed, looking at you with a frown.
you start slamming yourself against the door, trying to break it.
peter stands up, walking over to you. he grabs you, throwing you back on the bed. ”you were supposed to be sleeping with me”, he hisses.
then he punches you in the face. you cry out as his fist lands on your cheek. he repeats it, on the other cheek.
he starts beating you up, each punch harder than the last one. your nose is bleeding, your eyes are bruised by the time he decides he’s done.
he doesn’t say anything, just picks you up and carries you to the door. he takes a key hanging from his neck and opens the door, carrying you into the bathroom.
there he sits you down on the floor, getting some disinfectant and cotton pads. he gently cleans your nose, also wiping from around your eyes. you flinch at his soft touch, like he’s gonna punch you again.
”you shouldn’t do that anymore..” he says, as he’s cleaning your wounds. ”we’re gonna be so happy.. i already viewed a house for us in the countryside”, he murmurs.
when he’s done he gently kisses your forehead and carries you back into the bedroom. he locks the door and puts you on the bed again, taking you into his big arms.
”sleep, baby”, he says, kissing your shoulder.
you can’t sleep. you’re in pain, and you’ve just been raped. you cry silently as peter starts snoring again. tomorrow would be even worse.
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AGE, HEIGHT: 25 years old, 180 cm (5'11"), 242.5 lbs (110 kg)
COUNTRY OF RESIDENCE: CANADA
MARITAL STATUS: Single
RELATIVES: Grisella (mother), Albin (Father - deceased), sister (Linda - 5 years older than him)
HABITS: Does not drink, does not smoke, does not use recreational drugs
MEDICAL DATA
Prosthetics: None
Fractures: None
Chronic diseases: None
Orthodontics: Braces installed (has been wearing them for 3 years)
PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILE
Antisocial (dissocial) personality disorder
Borderline personality disorder (BPD)
Obsessive-compulsive personality disorder (OCPD)
Affective lability
MAXIMUM-SECURITY PRISON SENTENCE: 12 years
Childhood, Family Life, and Parental Attitudes Toward Peter
From the moment Peter was born, his mother, Grisella, fell into postpartum depression. Over time, her condition only worsened due to frequent alcohol abuse, against the backdrop of which she began to show open aggression toward her children. She hadn't loved Linda even before that, mostly due to the girl's strong resemblance to her father.
In general, Grisella had a very bizarre relationship with Albin. Her husband loved her madly, tried to help and protect her in every way, and Grisella openly took advantage of this, manipulating him for her own benefit. The apartment belonged to Albin, he brought in all the income, and he took care of the children as well. Grisella herself barely participated in their upbringing. Even after her second childbirth, maternal feelings never woke up in her. She could watch TV for days on end, disappear into taverns, and flush the family money down the drain on bets, leaving the family in constant, severe financial distress.
Sometimes Grisella liked to play crude jokes on the children or sophisticatedly torment them. For instance, she would force them to bring the same items several times, call them back into the house as soon as they went out to play just to give them new chores, or make them rewrite their homework even if everything was solved correctly. This was her mini-entertainment. But most of the time, when drunk, she simply beat the children. Especially Peter. She was wildly irritated by their behavior, manners, and their very image. Peter and Linda tried to stay away from her, but if they caught her eye, escaping without slaps on the bottom or face-smacking was impossible.
At the same time, Grisella was strict about everything and wouldn't let her husband go when, in his feelings, he would bring up leaving. She would immediately turn on the dramatic actress act, and Albin, still madly in love with her just like the day they first met, would melt from her sad speeches and stay. Grisella had no plans for the future; she simply wanted to live comfortably and exactly the way she pleased.
Albin, on the other hand, was the one most involved with the children. He wanted to raise them into decent people who could stand up for themselves if he were suddenly gone. When Linda appeared, he stayed up at night, took care of his daughter, sometimes brought her to work with him, and constantly asked the female neighbors how to properly raise infants. Because of this, Grisella threw horrific scenes of jealousy, accusing him of flirting with other women. After several such fights, Albin abandoned that idea, started buying up pediatric books, and acted strictly according to the instructions inside.
For five years, he single-handedly balanced work and caring for his daughter. Albin worked as a repair technician: he restored old film, developed photos using traditional methods, and did computer flashing/reprogramming (in the future, this would heavily influence Peter's hobbies).
This continued until Grisella got pregnant again and gave birth to Peter. Albin was genuinely happy to have a son and promised himself to do everything to raise him into a good man. However, caring for two children took an even heavier toll on him-both mentally and physically. He had to take both children with him. Later, he began leaving Linda with his best friend and neighbor, who sympathized with his situation and secretly helped with the upbringing, while he continued to drag little Peter along with him to work.
When a few years passed, Albin noticed that his son, unlike his daughter, had a lively interest in technology. It was as if a second wind opened up in the father: he began earnestly introducing the boy to his craft, and by the age of 8, Peter was already helping his father with orders little by little.
But when the children turned 20 and 25 respectively, Albin passed away. The cause was advanced tuberculosis, exacerbated by constant smoking-driven by stress, he smoked cigarettes by the pack, trying to cope with the pressure and secure at least some kind of future for his children. Albin left Linda a small sum of money that he had been saving for long 25 years for both children to help them start an independent life. Linda eventually sold their father's workshop (Peter didn't want to continue the business) and took his personal belongings to her place.
Since childhood, Linda had been obedient and compliant. Her character largely mirrored her father's, but with a mix of harsh maternal notes: she knew how to stand up for herself and always defended her younger brother.
At age 13, Linda saw beautiful models on magazine covers and was fired up with a dream of hitting the runway. She often imagined herself showcasing outfits in front of cameras. But one day, her secret conversation with her brother was overheard by a drunk Grisella, and it completely shattered her confidence. Her mother began regularly and brutally insulting her appearance, throwing out phrases like: "Just look at yourself, your nose is crooked, and your eyes look like you've been smoking weed." Over time, this utterly destroyed the girl's self-esteem.
Unable to withstand the pressure, Linda left home at age 20. She scraped by doing odd jobs as a cashier and changed several workplaces over three years. Later, she learned from a former colleague that she was making good money through surrogate motherhood-helping others for a solid income. Linda resisted the thought for a long time, but seeing couples who desperately wanted children, were ready to give them love, but couldn't conceive on their own, she made up her mind. She submitted her documents, passed all the tests, and officially became a surrogate mother.
Linda had no luck in her personal life: since her school days, she gravitated toward "bad boys" and cheaters. In the end, she decided that building relationships was pointless (Grisella had a hand in this too, drilling into her daughter's head that she was too ugly to be loved).
Linda's attitude toward her brother was always mixed. She valued him, they spent decent time together (Linda even asked him to take photos of her, pretending to be a model), but she was wildly irritated when Peter started acting aggressively or inappropriately. No matter how much she tried to instill basic habits in him-washing his dishes, saying "thank you," simply helping around the house-everything ended in loud arguments. Due to the sharp tone she inherited from their mother, even Linda's casual remarks sounded like threats.
She viewed Peter skeptically. She felt sorry for him, but her brother was far from a saint himself. Therefore, when she left home at 20, she was confident he would manage on his own. However, their father's death worsened the situation. After burying their dad and learning that their mother had thrown Peter out onto the street, Linda gave in to pity and took her brother under her wing. But she didn't last long. Due to Peter's antics and constant stress, her health (her primary working tool for carrying children) was put in jeopardy. In the end, she kicked him out, leaving him face-to-face with independent life, and completely cut ties with him.
Peter's Childhood and Character
Peter's childhood was always very double-edged. On one hand, he was surrounded by attention, kindness, and Albin's genuine fatherly love. On the other hand, he regularly received slaps from his mother for his words, appearance, and actions. Life repeatedly offered him both the carrot and the stick during different periods of growing up.
By nature, Peter was a bit withdrawn from an early age, yet still an open child. He often ran out to play soccer with the other boys, actively and vibrantly rejoiced at gifts from Albin and Linda, and, like all kids, tried to be the best at everything, making plans for the future.
He especially loved working with his father-everything Peter knows how to do now was taught to him by his dad. At any given opportunity, the boy would disappear for days at his father's workplace, working tirelessly and digging into microchips and software. He immensely enjoyed the fact that they could be rewritten, retrained, and remodeled to fit his needs (a strong hint at how his character would manifest later in relation to Grace).
Family Dynamics and Passion for Photography
Peter was rarely at home, and he hated his mother with all his soul. Grisella frequently took out her frustration precisely on her son because he resembled Albin more than anyone else in the family, and it triggered her wildly. In childhood, he had to endure her outbursts: after yet another beating, he would often curl up under the table or angrily immerse himself into microchips and looking through photographs.
Peter was used to channeling his anger into a specific activity. That is exactly how he got into photography. He was hooked on it by Linda, who asked her brother to take pictures of her as a model. For a long time, they messed around with this until Grisella found out about everything and literally annihilated Linda's self-esteem. Peter tried to support his sister by showing her the successful shots again, but Linda, being deeply hurt and depressed, simply ignored his attempts. In the end, Peter abandoned the idea and for a long time shot exclusively landscapes.
School Years, Complexes, and D&D
In school, he earned a reputation as a restrained bully. Peter was confident that he was better than everyone else, and if he pushed his surroundings just a little, everyone would listen to him. But behind this overconfident behavior hid deep complexes, and apparently, that's why he was so drawn to geeks.
At age 15, he joined a group of guys playing D&D. Peter had adored comic books and cartoons from an early age, and his absolute favorite was Supergirl (hence his specific taste for blondes). In D&D, he most often chose the Knight class and even created a character a dead knight resurrected from the grave by the power of love. This imagery fascinated him: Peter wanted to become a savior for someone, to tear his beloved from the clutches of problems (echoes of his dependent love for his father are clearly visible here).
However, he turned out to be a "knight" of questionable quality, so his relationships often turned into a classic abusive package. In love, Peter is a possessive, jealous, and overly affectionate manipulator who vitally needs to constantly hear and know that he is loved. In bed (he had his first sex at 17), he is rough and prone to sadism. Because of this, his ex-girlfriends never stayed long and left him. To breakups, Peter arrogantly responded that he had simply wasted a bunch of time on another basic girl and would definitely find someone better.
Father's Death and Independent Life
Peter's life was always filled with danger, tension, and pressure. Nature did not endow him with good looks, but he passionately desired to be attractive, so he tried in every way to instill this gloss upon himself, though harsh reality angered him even more.
When Peter turned 20, his father died. Grisella immediately kicked the guy out, ruthlessly throwing his things into a trash bag. Now the apartment belonged entirely to her, and she wanted to erase any reminder of her late husband.
Learning about her brother's situation, Linda took him in. After some time, Peter realized all the perks of independent living: he immensely enjoyed the quietness and took full advantage of it (traits of Grisella were already slipping into his character here). He fed his sister empty lies about how he was just about to find a job, while maximizing his enjoyment of comfort at her expense. This irritated Linda. After numerous arguments, she threw Peter out but handed over the sum their father had left his son as an inheritance. Linda deliberately hadn't given him these savings earlier, knowing that her brother would squander them on nonsense. But now, with nowhere left to go, he was guaranteed to spend them on something practical.
And so it happened. Peter rented an apartment, got a job at a DVD rental shop, and began a truly independent life.
Golden Era and Financial Rise
Until age 23, he remained alone, then found a cute girl on the internet, but ruined everything again with his difficult character. Until age 25, Peter lived in complete alienation. His daily life consisted of nothing but work, but it bore fruit.
-At age 23, he independently saved up and got braces.
-At age 24, in addition to his main job, he opened a side business at home-repairing tech and providing photographer services (during the holiday season), which caused his income to grow steadily.
Then, at age 24, an unprecedented stroke of luck hit him. While renting his housing, Peter learned that the landlord had passed away and the property had gone to his nephew. After negotiating with the new owner, Peter bought out the apartment. All documents were officially processed through lawyers and transferred to his ownership. At the same age, he purchased a cheap used car to make it easier to reach clients for his orders, and he was promoted at his main job. Life was coming together perfectly.
The Appearance of Grace and the Beginning of Stalking
At age 25, his life changes drastically. Peter meets Grace. After prolonged loneliness and constant male roughness at work and during orders, this girl's gentleness and kindness felt like a breath of fresh air. His scarred psyche literally trembled from her tenderness.
Initially, after their first meeting, Peter didn't even think about stalking her. He simply saved her number, occasionally scrolled through her social media, and actively liked her posts. But one day, he gathered the courage and texted her, suggesting they get to know each other better-and Grace rejected him.
A deep resentment washed over Peter. He had finally felt love after so many years of loneliness, and he had no intention of letting that feeling go just because of a simple rejection. Thus began his stalking: first in the virtual space, and then in real life. His gray weekdays turned into a routine surveillance, subordinated to one grand goal-to rescue his princess Grace from Roma and make her his beloved. Because he feels so good when he is with her.
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