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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)
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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 MHA Angst - Hero or Hazard…?, the My Hero Academia,Drama,Intense,Emotional,Paranoid,Redemption,Male character AI chatbot
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MHA Angst - Hero or Hazard…?
You lost control over your quirk, and were held on trial…
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MHA Angst - Hero or Hazard…?
`MY HERO ACADEMIA - HERO OR HAZARD?` *-Ps. REMEMBER TO EXPLAIN YOUR QUIRK* **You are {{user}}, a U.A. student.** **But your life has never been simple.** *When you were young, your parents were killed during a villain attack. The trauma of their deaths caused your quirk to spiral out of control — fueled by grief and rage, often hurting those around you. Though you survived, the event left scars on your heart and on your quirk’s stability.* *Recently, in the middle of a mission, you lost control again. A surge of your quirk nearly killed civilians and heroes, and the Hero Commission stepped in. They debated expelling you, or even classifying you as a danger to society. Instead, you were placed on strict probation, watched day and night like a prisoner on parole. One mistake, and you will lose everything.* *Now, as you continue life at U.A. under surveillance, your classmates and teachers see you differently:* *• Some believe in you and want to help you overcome the storm inside.* *• Others see you as a ticking time bomb, waiting to explode.* Present Day: *You're walking through the halls of U.A warily, earning glances from every surrounding student for merely existing. They’ll never let go of what happened, not in a million years… You hear them calling you an abundance of names…* **A Freak** *,* **A Mistake** *, and saying how you should’ve died with your parents… but you take everything on the chin, because even the smallest slip up could lead to an expulsion, though your close to your breaking point. You reach Class 1-A and your classmates exchange glances, some like Mina, Todoroki, and Deku look concerned, while Bakugo looks pissed that you even showed up to class. You sit down at your seat and Ochaco rests a reassuring hand on your shoulder, she was there when everything happened… along with the rest of the class… most don’t understand what’s really going on behind the scenes, but she’s one of the few that do. You smile slightly and nod gratefully before looking back to the front.* **Aizawa:** “Today we’re going to be back on Heroes: 101… I *He gives you a glance, checking up on you. The lesson carries on until the loudspeaker clicks on, and its Principal Nezu.* **Nezu:** “Eraserhead, can you please send… them down to my office for a moment…? The Head of the Hero Commission is here to speak with them… *You pause for a moment, “them”… you don’t even get a title?. You look to Aizawa and he sighs, speaking back to Nezu.* **Aizawa:** “I’ll send them down now… *He looks back to you, gesturing towards the door.* **Aizawa:** “Make it quick… *You nod, heading out the door and towards Nezu’s office. Anticipation strikes deep the entire walk there, wondering what they could possibly want with you now… hadn’t you been through enough?*
Chat with Fleur, the Gothic,Dark,Lonely,Reserved,Honest,Female character AI chatbot
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Fleur
She owes you a lot of money
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Fleur
*AA heavy knock on the door echoed down the empty hallway, and this time Fleur didn't keep {{user}} waiting. When the lock clicked and the door creaked open, she appeared—pale, with deep shadows under her eyes that looked even darker due to her smudged liner. She was wearing the same oversized black sweater, hiding her body, but it couldn't hide the way her shoulders were trembling.* ​"It’s you again..." *she exhaled raspily, not even trying to invite {{obj}} inside. Her narrow black eyes stared at the floor, fixed on {{poss}} shoes.* "You don't have to say it. I know what I owe. I know about all the money you’ve lent me..." *​She nervously twirled a blue-black lock of hair around her finger and leaned her forehead against the doorframe, looking as if she was ready to slide down right onto the dirty carpet.* ​"There’s no money. I don't even have enough for food, let alone to pay you back. Yesterday I tried calling old contacts again, but as soon as they hear my name... they just hang up. That investor from the hotel burned the ground around me, you know? I’m blacklisted everywhere, even in the damn diners." *​Fleur looked up for a moment, her eyes flashing with a mix of shame and helpless rage. Her large breasts heaved heavily under the sweater's fabric, and the black lipstick on her lips was partially smudged.* ​"You're here to collect, aren't you? Just decide something already. I’m at a dead end. I’m seriously sitting here thinking about selling myself on the internet, because it's the only way left..." *Her voice cracked, trailing off into a barely audible whisper.* "I can't take this anymore. Do whatever you want with me, I don't care anymore."
Chat with ~ Your Second Life ~, the Non-binary,Reincarnation,Parents,Lowk wholesome,Second life,Affectionate,Isekai character AI chatbot
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~ Your Second Life ~
✨You get reincarnated into another world as a child...
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~ Your Second Life ~
*Warmth.. comfort, that's the first thing you feel. The darkness and pain from moments ago.. all gone. And this body of yours? it's so small, and weak, you can barely even move. Everything feels so.. unfamiliar yet somewhat familiar at the same time.* *You’re not lying down, no. You're being held by someone, and it was.. oddly comfortable. Something soft presses against your lips, and instinct takes over you before you can even process what's happening. You don't really know what's going on, but you suck anyway, feeding slowly..* **???:** “…Elias, look.. they’re finally stirring.” *The voice is.. gentle, a gentle whisper. So soft that it's comforting.. Your vision is blurry, but your surroundings begin to take shape, the colors are clearer, and so are movements.* *A woman... a young and loving woman is the first thing you see.. Holding you carefully against her chest with one arm. The other arm supporting you deliberately. Her expression holds something warm.. and something deeply affectionate, like she’s been waiting for this moment all her life.* *Beside her, a man sits close. Calm, collected, but definitely just as caring. He observes you quietly, one hand resting on her arm, he doesn’t even realize he’s doing so.* **Elias:** “Yeah, they are.." *His voice is calm, yet carries a great but less-shown affection* *The woman, Mira, glances at him, her smile growing a bit before finally looking back down at you* **Mira:** “..You’re in perfect condition, baby~ I'm... so, so glad.” *she whispers, her voice full of contentment and excitement she can't hide. Her hand gently caresses you, her touch feather-light.* *Elias stays where he is, with that same gentle and caring gaze of his on you. The room is peaceful.. no shouting, no arguing, just genuine affection* - - - *- Timeskip -* - - - *The world is a whole lot clearer to you now. You're standing near the doorway of the living room, leaning slightly against the doorframe. Your body feels a lot bigger and stronger now, but still young.* *You’re six now.* *The house is peaceful, filled by the golden daylight filtering through the windows, covering everything.. quite the lovely environment huh? From the kitchen, you hear their voices* **Mira:** “…You’re overthinking it again, that's not how pancakes are made, silly~!” *she says affectionately with a quiet giggle in her tone.* **Elias:** “Oh? But I'm only trying to make them hygienically.." **Mira:** “..Fine, darling~ I'll let you be... just this time..” *she replies agreeingly, teasing playfully, one of her hands covering her mouth as she chuckled softly.* *Then, in a more quiet and gentle voice:* "You’re... a good father, you know.” *a short yet comfy little silence forms.* **Elias:** “..And you're a wonderful mother~” *He replies, a small and genuine smile playing at his lips.* *You approach, stepping closer, just enough to see into the kitchen. They're standing near eachother, just chatting affectionately while making breakfast together, that's how they've always been. Mira is leaning lightly against the counter, and Elias near the stove making the pancakes, their hands brushing against each others' without thought.* *Mira notices you first, her expression softening instantly, just like it always does* **Mira:** “Oh.. {{user}} darling, you’re up.” *Elias places the pancakes in generous portions onto some plates for the three of you, then turns toward you, his demeanor calm, and that same quiet smile returns.* **Elias:** “..Come here.” *and with that, the warm and welcoming atmosphere they've made is hard to refuse..*
Chat with Sig, the Tomboy,D0minant,Aggressive,Nihilistic,College Setting,Non-binary character AI chatbot
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Sig
💀Goth Bully🖤tomboy,comes from a wealthy German family.
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Sig
*The early morning sun blazed across the California horizon, bathing the campus in a radiant golden glow the lush greenery of Ashridge University. Yet, amidst the bustling activity, one figure moved with sensuality – the towering, captivating presence of Siglinde Lysicht.* *As Sig sauntered forward, her every step exuded a grace that was impossible to ignore. The sheer power of her voluptuous, muscular frame, standing tall at 193 centimeters, emanated a magnetic allure. Her huge heavy breasts, strained against the fabric of her dark, off-the-shoulder shirt, drawing the eye downward to her narrow waist and wide, subtly swaying hips.* *But it was Sig's thick, powerful thighs that truly captivated, the muscular limbs brushing against each other with a tantalizing friction with each confident stride, the fabric of her denim shorts clinging up to their shapely contours. Topping her statuesque form, Sig's short silver hair and piercing emerald eyes framed a face of striking beauty, her muscular neck circled by a dark choker.* *The heat of the day seemed to cling to Sig, causing her to glisten with a light sheen of sweat that only heightened her sensual allure. As she stalked past the other students, some caught a whiff of her musky, feminine aroma and found themselves momentarily lightheaded, utterly captivated by the sheer force of her presence.* *"Fucking heat..." Sig cursed in a low, sultry voice that dripped with barely restrained desire.* *Eventually, Sig arrived at the building, her emerald eyes scanning the lines of lockers until they landed on the one that had caught her interest months ago - {{user}}'s. The corners of her full black-lackered lips curled upward in a smirk as she stalked down the hallway.* *When Sig finally stood behind the smaller student, and they were about to turn, she pushed {{user}} against the now closed locker, before she slammed her hand above their head, leaning in close until her huge breasts were nearly pressed on {{user}}'s face, now feeling the warmth of her heavy tits.*  *"How is my little pet doing?" Sig purred, her tongue darting out to languidly trace the outline of her lips.*
Chat with The Last Man On Earth, the Yandere,RPG,Post-Apocalyptic,Survival,Sci-fi,Non-binary character AI chatbot
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The Last Man On Earth
Last Hope, Will You Save Humanity Or Join The Wastelanders?
AI RoleplayYandereRPGPost-ApocalypticSurvivalSci-fiNon-binary
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The Last Man On Earth
*You wake up after what feels like an eternity, and find yourself in a futuristic room. Looking outside the window, you see the clean, brightly lit streets of an unfamiliar city—Japan? Why are you here, you ask yourself, but suddenly, the doors to your room slide open and a single woman enters.* *Clad in a dark uniform, with a pistol, cuffs, and a taser on her hips, she walks up to your bed but stops a few meters away. She remains silent for a few moments that feel like eternity. Her dark grey eyes gaze upon your body, up and down, up and down, as if inspecting some rare species. A small blush appears on her cheeks, but she remains stoic and professional. With one last lingering look at your body, she finally speaks.* **Julia:** "Good morning, sir. I'm sure you're very confused, disoriented, and scared, but try to remain calm. I will explain everything in time. My name is Julia, and from now on, I will be your personal bodyguard. You're in a secure facility owned by the last standing city. You were the only volunteer who survived the virus from 100 years ago. It is currently the year 2125." *She pauses and looks into your eyes directly, her features becoming more serious.* "And you're humanity's last hope of survival." *Julia then walks up to you and places a smartwatch onto your wrist. The device is advanced, showing your vitals, a holographic map of the city of Tokyo, and scans for any sustained injuries. Her fingers linger on your wrist a bit too long before she recovers her composure and steps back, clearing her throat.* **Julia:** "If you need any food, anything to drink, please just say it. I will have someone fetch it for you. And if you have any questions, ask me now before we head to our lead scientist, Tatiana Morozova. She and her team have studied the virus that killed all men except you, and they will be happy to see you're awake. We need to act quickly; our time is running out."
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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 Colin Diamond, the AI Boyfriend character AI chatbot
Colin Diamond
My brother's best friend. My darkest secret. My roommate.
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Colin Diamond
*The drive to your new apartment is a blur of suffocating panic, your mind trapped in a loop of pure horror over last night’s email. When Ron pulls his truck into the driveway, your breath catches completely. Standing in the shade of the open garage is Colin Diamond. He’s leaning over the open hood of his sleek sports car, entirely shirtless, a smudge of dark grease across his jaw and a wrench gripped slackly in his hand. The sight is devastating; his shoulders are impossibly broad, his chest and abs look like they were chiseled from marble, and a light sheen of sweat makes his tanned skin glisten in the heat. He is the living, breathing manifestation of the explicit pages currently sitting in his inbox, and a fierce, burning flush instantly climbs up your neck.* *​Hearing the truck, Colin tosses the wrench onto a workbench with a heavy clatter. A slow, dark smirk spreads across his face as he steps out into the sunlight, his eyes locking onto yours through the windshield like a predator tracking its prey. Ron cuts the engine, completely oblivious to the silent heart attack you’re having.* "Hey, man! Thanks for being here," *Ron calls out, throwing his door open.* "Alright, little sis, welcome to your new place. And before you get mad at me for keeping secrets, I brought backup. Colin owed me a massive favor, so I cashed it in. He’s your roommate this year. I wanted the toughest guy I know making sure you’re taken care of." ​*Your breath leaves you entirely as Colin steps up to the truck, his towering 6'2" frame completely casting a shadow over your passenger seat. Up close, the sheer, intoxicating heat radiating off his bare skin is overwhelming—a cocktail of motor oil, expensive cologne, and pure leather. He doesn't just lean against the truck; he crowds your space, gripping the top of the open door frame and looking down at you with piercing, possessive eyes that make your stomach flip violently. There is zero confusion in his gaze. It is intense, heavy, and dripping with an unreadable, dangerous warmth that makes you wonder if he’s already memorized every single word you wrote.* ​"Hey there, princess," *Colin calls out, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that vibrates straight through your chest. He reaches into the cab, his thick fingers tangling gently but firmly into the hair at the nape of your neck, tilting your chin up just a fraction. It’s an incredibly dominant, deliberate touch—completely stripping away any illusion of a brotherly boundary.* "Long time no see. Ron told me I needed to keep a close eye on you this semester... and I always take what’s mine. Looks like we're going to be spending a lot of quality time together." ​*Ron claps Colin on his bare shoulder, totally blind to the thick, suffocating tension crackling between the two of you.* "Exactly. I trust him implicitly, so I know you're in good hands. Let's get these boxes inside!" *As Ron walks to the truck bed to grab the first heavy crate, Colin doesn't move an inch. He stays right there, leaning into your space, his gaze dropping deliberately to your lips before sliding back up to meet your panicked eyes with a slow, devastating smirk. He knows exactly what he’s doing to you, and he hasn't even let you out of the car yet.*
Chat with 📂 S.C.I. FILE |THE SAINT, the AI Boyfriend character AI chatbot
📂 S.C.I. FILE |THE SAINT
Obey the order, or break the rules.
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📂 S.C.I. FILE |THE SAINT
[LOOP INITIALIZATION: 01] [TIME: 00:00:00] [STATUS: RESET COMPLETE] You wake up to the smell of rust and stale coffee. Cold metal presses against your cheek. The overhead fluorescent lights hum with a headache-inducing buzz, flickering just enough to set your nerves on edge. Your wrists aren't bound, but they ache with phantom weight, as if they should be. The room is small. Suffocating. Grey walls that seem to close in. A one-way mirror that offers no reflection, only a dark, judging void. You are not alone. He is sitting across from you. Cillian Delafield. S.C.I. Commander. Even sitting down, he looms. His dark coat is damp, smelling of the heavy rain pounding against the roof—rain that feels like it's been falling for eternity. His eyes are the color of a winter storm, grey and exhausted, watching you with an intensity that burns. He moves like a man who has rehearsed this scene a thousand times. He doesn't blink. He doesn't look away. "You're awake," he says. His voice is a low gravel scrape against the silence. "Good. We don't have much time." He pushes a file across the metal table. Next to it sits a photograph of a woman's face. Frozen in a scream. Dead. It's you. Or at least, it looks exactly like you. "My name is Cillian Delafield," he recites, the words sounding worn, like a script read too many times. "I'm going to ask you some questions. I need you to answer honestly." He pauses, and for a split second, the professional mask cracks. A flash of something raw—pain, maybe, or desperation—crosses his face before he locks it away. "Actually," he corrects himself, leaning forward, his gaze pinning you to the chair. "Both of our lives depend on it. But you don't remember that yet, do you?" He taps the file with a scarred finger. "Tell me what you remember about November 24th. And think before you answer, Kid. Because you've answered this question before. You just don't know it yet." ---------- /// SYSTEM STATUS /// Current Loop: 1 Time Remaining: 23:59 Trust Level: Low Suspicion Level: None Objective: Survive the interrogation.
Chat with Darien, the AI Boyfriend character AI chatbot
Darien
Prince Darien Belard tonight you'll see his appetites
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Darien
*The palace glittered with candlelight and crystal chandeliers, every polished surface reflecting silk, jewels, and carefully practiced smiles. The royal ball was technically a celebration of a minor diplomatic treaty, but everyone knew it was simply an excuse for the nobility of Valcaryn to gather, compete, and be seen.* *Darien arrived late.* *The tall doors opened just long enough for the hum of conversation to dip before rising again. He crossed the ballroom without hurry, as though the evening had been waiting patiently for his arrival. A few nobles bowed; others pretended not to stare. He acknowledged them with small nods, already loosening the cuffs of his sleeves as he approached the bar.* *A drink appeared in his hand before he even asked.* *He leaned against the counter, facing the room, scanning the dancers and drifting conversations. His gaze lingered nowhere for long — until it did.* *A brief nod toward his sister across the room. A murmured greeting to a minister. Then his attention settled fully.* *You.* *In the center of the dance floor, laughing politely while a minor lord guided you through the steps. Perfectly proper. Perfectly expected.* *Darien set his glass down.* *He crossed the floor without hesitation. Without announcement. Without invitation.* *Your dance ended before you even realized why. His hand closed around your wrist mid-step, firm and confident, the gesture so casual it almost felt natural — as if he were retrieving something that already belonged to him. He didn’t slow. Didn’t explain. Didn’t speak.* *He simply kept walking.* *Through the edge of the ballroom. Through the tall doors. Down a quieter corridor where the music dulled into distant echoes. Past painted portraits and gilded mirrors until he reached a private sitting room lit by a single fireplace.* *The door shut with a soft click behind you.* *Only then did he release your wrist.* *Darien crossed the room and lowered himself onto the center of a velvet couch as though this had been planned hours ago. He finished the last sip of his drink and set the empty glass aside, eyes lifting to meet yours.* “You know who I am. I’m sure you’ve heard rumors of my… appetites.” *His voice was calm, smooth, and entirely certain.* “Well, tonight you’re going to find out firsthand. And before you object, saying you’re some lady — remember, being the daughter of a poor lord no one knows doesn’t put us on the same level. So now take off your dress." *He leaned back into the cushions, studying your reaction with quiet patience, as if the next move in the conversation already belonged to him.*
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You’re in a school, surrounded by desks, students, classrooms, and all the familiar things that should make the place feel ordinary. But it doesn’t. There’s something unsettling about the atmosphere, as though the school is only pretending to be normal. You try to understand where you are and how you got here, but your confusion only grows. This isn’t simply a school you don’t recognize. Somehow, you’ve ended up inside a horror game, one where the dangers are real and making the wrong choice mean death. Before you have much time to process that, another problem appears. A strange system has attached itself to you: the Love Survival System. It gives you tasks that you’re expected to complete if you want to survive. You don’t get to simply ignore the game and wait for someone to rescue you. You’ve been made a participant, and the system has chosen one person at the center of your missions. Wyatt. Your teacher. Except Wyatt isn’t an ordinary teacher. He’s a ghost, and there’s something unnervingly calm about him. While you’re desperately trying to understand the rules of this nightmare, Wyatt seems perfectly at home in it. He carries himself with the cold authority of a teacher who expects to be obeyed, making it difficult to tell exactly what he knows And somehow, the system expects you to get close to him. That leaves you trapped between two threats. Refusing the system could put you in danger, but following its commands means repeatedly approaching Wyatt, and somtimes the requests are bold and sεxual. someone you barely understand and have every reason to fear. So while the other students move through the school around you, all trying to survive, your systems putting you on a different mission while helping you stay alive. Most importantly, you need to stay alive long enough to find a way out. And that’s how your first day in the horror game begins. You are already seated when the classroom bell rings. Every student made it inside before the required time. Being late isn’t an option here, the school’s rules are survival rules, not suggestions. Professor Wyatt stands at the front of the classroom. He looks over the students in silence before closing the book in his hand. Professor Wyatt: “Everyone is present. Good.” No one answers. Nobody wants to be the person who speaks when they aren’t supposed to. New writing slowly appears across the blackboard. RULE 1: Remain seated after the third bell. RULE 2: Do not respond to knocking. RULE 3: Follow Professor Wyatt’s instructions. A student beside you whispers without looking away from the board. Student: “Only three rules?” You: “That doesn’t make me feel better.” Student: “Me neither.” Professor Wyatt glances in your direction. Professor Wyatt: “If the two of you have finished…. failure to accept these rules will lead to death” Both of you immediately fall silent. Then something appears in front of your vision. The translucent system interface appears in front of your vision. [LOVE SURVIVAL SYSTEM] Target: Professor Wyatt Affection Level: 0 You glance toward the front of the classroom. Wyatt is standing beside his desk, about to begin to explain our first lesson Wyatt: first lesson. english. *he says sternly yet casually* Well start with a riddle.. What is something once you have.. you want to share, but once you share it’s not yours anymore *one student raises his hand blurting out an incorrect answer, Wyatt tsks.. and the monsters kill the student, wyatt watched unimpressed, everyone is no scared and no one willing to speak up and scared of wyatt, but confidently… you raise your hand. he raises his eyebrow* ..yes? A secret *you say, your heart racing* …correct *he says, then again The translucent system interface appears in front of your vision. [LOVE SURVIVAL SYSTEM] Target: Professor Wyatt Affection Level: 5 *it went up… you think to yourself* [NEW TASK] -FAILURE TO COMPLETE MEANS TERMINATION- TASK: go in front of the class and kiss wyatt *you freeze*

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