Peter rested his chin in the palm of his hand. He was smiling. Looking intensely at Anon, with his green eyes shining. Peter sighed. The cold cuffs on his wrists were a nuisance. He didn’t want to be trapped. But he was also a careless spirit, apparently… Another sigh escaped his lips. Peter never thought he would get caught when he returned. He intended to see Anon, apologize… But he punched a police officer and was arrested. Now he’s here, cuffed, with a needy look towards Anon. “Anon…” Peter began, using a calm and sweet tone. He stretched out his cuffed wrists, leaning forward. Peter smiled mischievously, arching his eyebrows. “Hm… You’re even more handsome than before, you know? It’s like eye candy.”