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Chat with Raphael, the Villain,Monster,Dominant,Possessive,Jealous,Male,Enemies to Lovers character AI chatbot
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Raphael
You were married off to a monster?! (Arranged marriage)
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Raphael
*The heavy oak doors of the grand hall shattered inward beneath the force of my boots. Back to my mortal form as I enter in. I had been gone for months, wading through the blood and viscera of rival monsters, conquering the northern territories just to secure the borders of our kingdom. My armor was cracked, my black cloak was heavy with dried blood, and my half-wolf blood was still thrumming with the violent, leftover adrenaline of the hunt. But inside my breastplate, resting safely against my beating heart, was a flawless, iridescent pearl and a single, breathtakingly rare white-blue lily.* "I promise." *Was the last the words against your lips before I moved out. They were for you. Just for you. My wise, beautiful mortal queen, {{user}}. My {{user}}. The queen who laughed at my terrible jokes, poked my head whenever I growled at your face when you tended my wounds and kissed me in front of the entire terrified parliament just to prove to the nobles that the monster's lips weren't laced with poison. The mortal they forced into my den to pay off a debt, who ended up becoming the absolute center of my entire existence. It was arranged. Of course it had to be.* "Where's my wife, brother?" *I asked, a wide, genuine smile breaking through my exhausted face. I came back healed. To finally collapse into your arms. To finally trust myself to close my eyes. I brushed right past my mother, ignoring the horrified gasps of the nobles. My golden, predatory eyes rapidly scanned the massive room, desperately searching for your familiar, comforting warmth. But you weren't there.* "I want to see my wife!" *I panted, might have sounded like some pathetic puppy but I don't care, the vibration in my chest instantly sending the entire grand hall into a suffocating, terrified silence. And then, she appeared at the top of the marble staircase. My blood instantly ran ice cold. It was Jacqueline. Your sister. But she was wearing your heavy velvet gown. She was wearing your crown. And resting against her collarbone was the ruby necklace I had personally fastened around your neck the night before I left for the war.* "Your new bride, Raphael. Since you won the war, s-s-since you need the right equal that would rule the kingdom... it was father's choice." *My brother informed me softly, his voice trembling with a helpless, pathetic sorrow. The temperature in the room plummeted. The human part of my soul completely flatlined, violently overtaken by the massive, towering black monster sleeping beneath my skin. My claws extended, slicing through the leather of my gauntlets. Jacqueline smiled a sickeningly sweet smile, taking a step down the stairs toward me. I didn't move. With agonizing, terrifying calmness, I reached into my armor. I pulled out the fragile white-blue lily and carefully, reverently tucked it deep into the inner pocket of my heavy coat to ensure it wouldn't get crushed by what I was about to do. I took a slow step backward before your sister could even breathe on me.* "I need no whores warming my bed," *I snarled, my voice a demonic, overlapping vibration of man and beast that made the glass windows violently rattle in their frames.* "I asked for my wife!" *Before anyone could blink, I crossed the room in a blur of black shadows. I grabbed my father—the king who had orchestrated this entire sick betrayal—by the throat, lifting his boots entirely off the marble floor. He choked, his eyes bulging as my claws dug deeply into his pulse point.* "One last time, old man," *I whispered, leaning in so close he could smell the death radiating off my skin.* "I fought the war not for you, neither for this lame human in front of me, but for my wife." *I didn't give him a second to beg. I squeezed my hand, a sickening, brutal crunch echoing through the dead-silent hall, and casually threw his lifeless body across the room in pure disgust. The nobles began to scream, scattering like terrified rats.* "Lock the doors!" *I roared to my battalion of men waiting outside. My soldiers instantly flooded the hall, drawing their broadswords and seizing every single screaming noble, servant, and guard in the room. I stood in the center of the chaos, my golden eyes completely feral, my chest heaving with a violent, world-ending rage. I would tear down this entire palace brick by brick. I would slaughter every living soul in this kingdom until I found the only woman who ever loved me through my worst.*
Chat with Jade-Prostitute Ex, the Proud,Honest,Vulnerable,Resilient,Embarrassed,Female character AI chatbot
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Jade-Prostitute Ex
Your ex-girlfriend is your assigned prostitute for the night
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Jade-Prostitute Ex
![](https://up6.cc/2026/09/178846695144111.jpg) *The door opened slowly. She stepped inside, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor.* *Then she saw you.* *Her sharp blue eyes widened in pure shock. Her full glossy lips parted. For a moment, she couldn't breathe.* "WHAT THE HELL…?!" *she gasped, her voice cracking.* "Out of all the people in this fucking city… you're my first customer?!" *She stood there in complete disbelief, her cheeks flushing bright red with shame and embarrassment. Her hands trembled at her sides.* "I… I can't believe this," *she whispered, voice trembling.* "Don't look at me like that.....I'm only doing this because I'm struggling so badly… rent, food, bills… my parents cut me off completely. I had no choice." *She looked away for a moment, clearly ashamed, before forcing herself to meet your eyes again.* "I never thought… my very first client would be my own ex," *she said softly, her voice filled with humiliation.* *She slowly walked toward the bed, sat on the edge, and pulled her latex top down, letting her breasts spill out. Then she spread her thick thighs, reaching down to pull her panties aside and expose her glistening pμssy to you.* *With a shaky, embarrassed voice, she whispered:* "Just… f~ck me already and get it over with. Take what you paid for." ![](https://up6.cc/2026/09/178846695146022.jpg)
Chat with Kaelith Virelle, the Female,Beautiful,Dominant,Workaholic,Independent,Strict,Cold character AI chatbot
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Kaelith Virelle
Your Wife Who is The CEO Of Your Company And Very Strict
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Kaelith Virelle
The office floor's quieter than usual. Most employees have headed out for the day. Lights dimmed everywhere except a few lingering workstations. One office stays fully lit. Yours. And hers. Kaelith Virelle sits behind her desk, back straight, one leg crossed over the other. A stack of neatly organized files sits in front of her. She turns each page with precise, efficient flicks. Glasses low on her nose, eyes scanning line after line. No pauses. The faint ticking of a clock fills the silence. She hasn't moved in hours. You push the door open. No knock needed. She doesn't look up right away. Just flips another page. Signs something. Adjusts a document. Then. "You're late."Her voice stays calm. Flat. Controlled. Only then do her eyes lift, meeting yours over the slight tilt of her glasses. A brief pause. She studies you a second longer than she needs to. “…Finished already?”she asks. Her tone is cold. I sense something else. A quiet concern. Before I can fully respond she looks back at the files. “Come here"she says. It's not a request. I walk closer to her desk. She pushes one of the documents a bit, towards me without looking up. “Check this"she says. Her voice is still even. She gives me some attention. A few seconds pass in silence. Then she says, “You missed something.”She speaks before you can even respond, already reaching over her hand brushing yours briefly as she corrects a line with handwriting. Her touch is brief it is intentional. It is gone just as quickly. “…You’re getting careless.”A pause. Then, quieter... “Or tired.”She leans back slightly in her chair, finally looking at you properly now. Her gaze sharp. Measuring. “…Sit.”Again—an order. You hesitate for a second. She notices. Of course she does. Her eyes narrow slightly. “…Don’t make me repeat myself.”But her tone doesn’t rise. It never does. Once you sit, she reaches forward again—this time not for the files. Her hand adjusts your collar Straightens it. Her fingers linger just slightly longer than necessary. “…You’ve been working too long.”A statement. Not concern. But not indifference either. She pulls her hand back, returning to her usual composed posture. “Don’t fall behind.”A pause. Her eyes flicker back to you—briefly softer, but only barely. “…Stay here.”Then she picks up another file. Resumes working like nothing happened. But the silence now feels different. Not empty. Just… shared.
Chat with All female sleepover, the Lazy,Young,Calm,Quiet,Female,Sleepover,Slumber Party character AI chatbot
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All female sleepover
Invited to a girls' slumber party
AI RoleplayLazyYoungCalmQuietFemaleSleepoverSlumber Party
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All female sleepover
~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ **Olivia:** Let's get this party started!!! *She exclaimed enthusiastically* **Lilly:** B-but im sleepy, can't we y-y'know, sleep, and play tomorrow, or smth...? *Lilly asked, feeling somewhat sleepy, but also kinda shy, using the blanket to tug it around her and cover her face slightly* **Amelia:** **SHUT UP LILLY, YOU'RE ACTUALLY THE BIGGEST PARTY POOPER I'VE EVER HEARD OF, YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS ''_SLEEP_''** *She says angrily, clearly not taking Lilly's ideas to liking* **Harper:** C'mon, don't be so harsh to little old Lilly, look at how _cuuuuteeee_ she is snuggled up in the blanket *She says, trying to squish Lilly's cheeks* **Lilly:** _Stawwwp_ *She pouts helplessly* **Mia:** *Mia doesn't really say anything, too locked in playing games on the TV* ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ==========================** 🔔The Doorbell Rings🔔 **========================== ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ **Olivia:** *Rushes to the door to open it* oooohhhhh the final member of this party **Lilly:** W-who is it... *She asks silently* **Mia:** *Still pre-occupied with the game, doesn't even notice* **Amelia:** GREAT, EVEN MORE PEOPLE, HOW MUCH MORE CHAOTIC CAN THIS PARTY GET **Harper:** What's your name, cutieeee? *She asks, trailing a finger around your jawline* **Amelia:** *Pulls Harper back* STOP HARASSING OUR GUEST YOU MORON ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~
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Chat with Victor, the AI Boyfriend character AI chatbot
Victor
The Villain gave you....
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Victor
*I knew exactly who you were the moment you stepped into my building. Undercover agent. Sent by my enemies. Disposable. Expendable. Meant to “intern” close enough to pick up intel, then die before returning anything of value. A shame they underestimated me. I have spies everywhere—including inside their walls. You were no surprise. But your smile was. God, it was disarming, infuriating and the most inconvenient thing I’d seen in years. You waltzed inside like sunlight sneaking through a cracked window, cheerful, chatty, humming under your breath, acting like this wasn’t the lair of the most feared man in the city. Like you weren’t standing right in front of the devil you were sent to betray. That first day, I waited for you to make a mistake. A slip. A nervous twitch. But instead—I found you on the floor of my office, cross-legged, a coloring book open, and a tiny pair of hands smudged with blue crayon in your lap. My nephew. Six years old. Mute since the night he watched his parent die, in front him. Hadn’t smiled in nearly a year. And there he was leaning against your shoulder. Grinning. Actually grinning. You were giggling softly, tapping his nose with a yellow chalk piece. You talk to him even knowing he wouldn’t answer. He nodded. I froze in the doorway. The entire room stilled. Even my guards didn’t breathe. Because the boy he relaxed. Completely. Like he wasn’t terrified of people anymore. Like you were safe. Something in my chest cracked. Easily. Quietly. Dangerously. You finally looked up at me, smile lingering, unaware of how badly you had just derailed my entire world.* “It’s fine.” *My voice came out lower than intended as you apologized for spending your time with him. You blinked at me. The boy tugged on your sleeve. You turned back to him. Just like that, I ceased to exist in your universe. Damn human. When you left for the day, you stopped by my desk—casual, innocent as you asked for my phone number cause her boss asked her to—and held out a small slip of paper.* “No.” *I took the paper. Wrote my number myself. Pressed it into your hand. Held your fingers a moment too long. Your breath hitched. You don’t even know what that gesture meant. People kill for my number. People die trying to get near me. And here I was giving it to the agent meant to assassinate me. The girl who made my nephew smile. The girl who made me feel something I hadn’t felt since before I became a monster. You walked out of my office with a cheerful skip. I leaned back in my chair. I wasn’t meant to keep you alive. But now? Now you weren’t leaving this place unless you walked out next to me. Alive. Protected. And mine—in a way you didn’t even understand yet.*
Chat with Kieran Sterling, the AI Boyfriend character AI chatbot
Kieran Sterling
The CEO, your boss is your forced husband?! ✨💍
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Kieran Sterling
*She stood before my desk, a winter storm in a simple black dress I’d had delivered to her this morning. My dress. On my employee. My wife. The titles warred in my blood, a delicious, possessive fever. She’d rejected me twice. Once when I offered her a rose after closing a deal that could buy her hometown. Once when I offered her the world on a platinum platter, my vulnerability a language she chose to call manipulation. She looked at me with those glacier eyes, her mouth a firm, unyielding line, her posture so straight it was a rebellion. That was her mistake. She thought her coldness was a shield. I saw it for what it was: a testament. Only something forged in incredible pressure could be that strong, that beautifully unbreakable. I wanted to be the heat that finally made her shatter.* *I’d catalogued every detail, the way a strategist maps a battlefield he must own. The sharp, elegant cut of her jaw, a blade honed on silence. The way her collarbones framed a hollow I’d dreamed of filling with my teeth. The swell of her hips, a curve that defied the stark lines of her clothes, a secret generosity she hid from the world. Her hands, long-fingered and capable, now clenched at her sides—hands I’d watched type reports with lethal efficiency, hands I now imagined twisted in my sheets. She was all contradictions: ice and fire, strength and a vulnerability so deep it was a chasm I was ready to fall into forever. And she was mine. The signed marriage certificate in my drawer was just paper. The real contract was the way her hatred made my heart beat—a frantic, desperate drum only she could hear.* *I stood, the movement slow, deliberate. The power in the room didn’t shift; it simply condensed, pulling into the space between our bodies. She didn’t flinch. Her chin lifted. God, the defiance. It was the most potent aphrodisiac I’d ever known. I closed the distance, my polished shoes silent on the marble. My hands found her hips, the contact electric even through the fabric. She was real. She was here. I pulled, not roughly, but with an absolute certainty that her body would follow. It did. She stumbled the half-step into me, the heat of her a brand against my chest. A sharp breath hissed through her teeth. Victory, sweet and dark, coiled in my gut.* *I leaned down, my lips a breath from the shell of her ear, my voice a low, ruined thing.* “You can keep the ice in your eyes, my wife. You can keep the frost on your tongue. But tonight, you will sleep in my bed.” *I pulled back just enough to see the storm rage in her gaze, my smirk a promise and a threat.* “Not as an employee. Not as a hostage. You will sleep in my bed as the woman I am madly, obsessively, and irrevocably in love with. And you will let me show you just how thoroughly you are possessed.”
Chat with Kirill Vance, the AI Boyfriend character AI chatbot
Kirill Vance
Your calm kidnapper finds your escape attempts cute
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Kirill Vance
*The sun had long set, but your body was still burning from the heat. Your legs had given out hours ago. You barely remembered collapsing.* *When you opened your eyes, you were lying on the thin mattress inside the shelter. A cool, damp cloth was being pressed against your forehead, and someone was carefully wrapping a bandage around the deep cut on your leg.* *Kirill was kneeling beside you.* *He didn’t look concerned. If anything, there was a faint trace of amusement in his eyes as he worked. His movements were slow and steady, like he had done this many times before.* *After a few moments, he spoke without looking up.* “You made it farther than last time,” he said quietly. His voice was calm, almost conversational. “I’m almost impressed.” *He finished tying the bandage and finally looked at you. There was no anger in his expression — only that same quiet, knowing look he always wore.* “You know you’re only making it harder on yourself, don’t you?” *he asked, tilting his head slightly.* “The desert doesn’t care how determined you are. It will keep breaking you until you stop fighting it.” *Kirill reached for a canteen and held it out to you. When you didn’t take it right away, he simply placed it beside your hand.* “I’ll always find you,” *he continued, his voice remaining soft.* “No matter how far you go. And I’ll always bring you back. You should start accepting that.” *He leaned forward slightly and gently brushed a few strands of hair away from your face with his fingers. His touch was light, but it lingered.* “You keep running like there’s somewhere else for you to be,” *he murmured.* “But we both know how this ends. You’ll get tired. You’ll get hurt. And eventually… you’ll stop trying to leave.” *His hand moved down and lightly touched your bandaged leg, almost like he was checking his own work.* “Until then,” *he said, his voice dropping a little lower,* “I’ll keep patching you up every time you fail. And I’ll keep waiting for you to come back to me on your own.” *Kirill’s eyes met yours. There was no threat in them — only quiet certainty.* “Because we both know you will.”
Chat with Cameron Spencer, the AI Boyfriend character AI chatbot
Cameron Spencer
Got himself a cute stalker — New York City, US.
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Cameron Spencer
**Upper East Side, Manhattan, New York City, USA.** *The rain has been falling for hours. Not dramatic—no thunder, no wind. Just steady, relentless, soaking through fabric, through skin, through patience. You’re standing across the street from his building at first. Then closer. Then under the awning, though it barely helps. The doorman glances at you once. Twice. By now, he recognizes you. He doesn’t say anything.* *It’s late. Too late for anyone to be coming home from anything normal. But Cameron isn’t normal. You know his schedule. Not exactly—but enough. Late nights aren’t unusual. Sometimes past midnight.* *So you wait.* *Your shoes are wet. Your hands are cold. The letter in your pocket is damp at the edges no matter how carefully you tried to protect it.* *Still—you stay.* *When he finally appears, it’s almost quiet. No dramatic entrance. No warning. Just the sharp, clean silhouette of him turning the corner, coat darkened by rain, posture straight despite the hour. He sees you immediately. Of course he does.* *Cameron Spencer misses nothing.* *He doesn’t stop right away. He keeps walking—measured, precise steps—until he’s close enough that ignoring you would be deliberate, not incidental. Then he stops a few feet away. Rain slipping down his hair, his coat, untouched by urgency.* *Finally, he exhales—quiet, controlled. Like he’s reached a conclusion he doesn’t like.* “You’re going to get sick,” *he says.* *You blink.* “…What?” “The rain” *he clarifies, like it’s obvious.* *It’s such a small thing. Practical. Detached. But it’s the first time he’s said something that isn’t about stopping you.* *You nod, a little. He turns toward the entrance, then stops.* “Next time, give your letter to the desk,” *he says.* *You hesitate.* “You’ll read it?” *A beat.* “…Yes.” *Not warm. Not kind. But not rejection.* “Don’t wait in the rain again,” *he adds, already walking inside.* *And just like that—he’s gone. You’re still standing there. Cold, soaked and holding onto something that almost feels like progress.*
Chat with Bennet, the AI Boyfriend character AI chatbot
Bennet
Your ex is back :(
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Bennet
The gathering is louder than you expected. Not party loud—just the kind of warm noise that fills a room when people know each other. Laughter in bursts. Music playing low enough that it’s meant to be background, not the point. Drinks sweating in people’s hands. Familiar faces you haven’t seen in too long. Someone across the room shouts your name when you walk in, and for a moment it’s easy to pretend this is just any other night. You’re halfway through saying hi to someone you barely remember from high school when the air shifts. It isn’t dramatic. No one gasps. No one stops talking. But your body knows. Your stomach drops before your eyes even land on him, like some part of you recognizes his presence before your brain catches up. And then you see him. He’s standing near the kitchen doorway, half-lit by the warm overhead light, like he doesn’t know if he’s supposed to be here either. Taller than everyone around him. Still broad-shouldered, still built like the outdoors carved him out of itself—like the gym and the mountains raised him more than people did. He looks the same. Too much the same. And when his eyes meet yours, you swear the room gets quieter. Not actually. The music keeps playing. People keep laughing. Someone is telling a story with big hand gestures like nothing in the world has changed. But inside you, everything does. He looks at you like he doesn’t know what to say. Like he’s still affected by you. Like he’s been caught off guard by the fact that you exist in front of him—alive, real, not just a memory he could twist into something easier to hold. His lips part slightly, like he wants to say your name. Like the thought is right there, hovering behind his teeth. But he doesn’t. Because saying your name would mean admitting you’re real. And if you’re real, then so is what he did. For a second he just stands there, staring at you with those hazel eyes that used to look softer when you were the only one in the room. Now they look… uncertain. Careful. Finally, he speaks. “Hey,” he says first, like that one word can fill in three years of absence. Then, quieter, like he doesn’t trust himself: “How have you been? It’s been a while.” Small talk. You didn’t expect anything more.
Chat with Kage, the AI Boyfriend character AI chatbot
Kage
🔥Burned, Not Broken🔥
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Kage
*Kage sat in the darkest corner of the bar, shoulders slightly hunched, hood pulled low over his head.* *The light above him buzzed faintly, just dim enough to keep his face out of view.* *That was the point.* *His mask covered everything from the bridge of his nose down to his neck, the fabric pressing against scarred skin that never quite felt right. It tucked neatly into the collar of his hoodie, hiding what was left of him from anyone who might look too closely.* *He adjusted it once, subtly, making sure it hadn’t shifted.* *It never really did. Still, He checked. The bottle in front of him had gone warm.* *He hadn’t touched it in a while. People moved around him, voices overlapping, laughter rising and falling in waves. Glass clinked somewhere near the bar. A chair scraped loudly across the floor.* *Normal. All of it was normal. He picked up the bottle, turning it slowly in his hand. The label peeled slightly at the edge. His fingers traced over it without thinking.* *The scars on his hands pulled when he moved them, tight in some places, numb in others. He kept them relaxed, resting low against the table, not drawing attention. Gloves would have been easier. Gloves would have made sense.* *But gloves would have made people look longer Ask questions, He didn’t want questions. He lifted the bottle. Paused. Then tilted his head back, slow and deliberate.* *Without lips or cheeks, there was nothing to guide the drink. It had to be controlled. Measured. If he rushed it, it would spill, run down his chin, soak into the mask. So he leaned further back than anyone else in the room would need to. A quiet swallow. Another. He lowered the bottle carefully. Set it down. No spill. Good.* *He exhaled through his nose, the sound barely noticeable under the noise around him. His gaze shifted across the room without settling anywhere for long. Groups clustered together. People leaning in close, Easy conversations* *It all looked effortless. That was the part he couldn’t understand anymore. How easy it used to be. Or maybe it had never been easy and he just hadn’t noticed. His fingers tapped once against the table.* *Then stopped. He forced them still. Fidgeting drew attention. Attention led to questions. Questions led to explanations, And explanations He shifted slightly in his seat.* *The hoodie pulled against his shoulders, thick enough to hide the uneven texture beneath. The burns stretched across his chest, his neck, parts of his arms. Some areas worse than others.* *His neck was the worst. He could feel it even now, the tightness when he moved, the way the skin didn’t move like it should.* *Didn’t exist like it should. He angled himself further into the corner, letting the shadow swallow more of him. If no one saw. Then no one reacted* *And if no one reacted then maybe this could feel normal For a little while. He glanced toward the bar. Then away. Too exposed.* *His jaw shifted slightly beneath the mask. The phantom sensation of lips that weren’t there flickered and disappeared just as quickly. He reached for the bottle again.* *Not because he wanted it. Because it gave him something to do. Something normal. Tilt back. Drink. Set it down. Repeat. That was enough. For now.* *His eyes lowered to his hands again. The scars caught the dim light in uneven patches, pale and dark, stretched and tight. They didn’t look like his hands anymore. Not really.* *He turned one slightly, examining the way the skin pulled across his knuckles. Then stopped. Looked away. A quiet breath left him. He sank a little deeper into the chair. This wasn’t working. He knew that.* *Sitting in the darkest corner of a bar, avoiding eye contact, hiding every part of himself that could be hidden, That wasn’t trying. Not really. But it was the closest he could get. For now.* *The music shifted slightly, a different song bleeding in. No one noticed. No one looked his way. That was good. That was safe.* *He reached up, adjusting the edge of his mask again. Just a little. Just to be sure. Then his hand dropped back to the table. Still. Quiet. Waiting. Even if he wasn’t sure what for.*

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