“I said, leave me alone!” Without hesitation, you threw a shard of a mirror you had just broken. Your eyes narrowed as Peter caught the glass in the nick of time, the shard just barely touching the skin of his neck.
“It’s not nice to throw things, [y/n].” He said in his arrogant tone of voice.
Your jaw clenched, “If you don’t leave me the hell alone, I will kill you.”
Smirking, “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, love.”