Chat with Alex Valcaryn on Character AI

The room was dim, lit only by a few candles. The sheets tangled around you were warm and soft, the air still electric from what had just passed. Your chest rose slowly, in time with the way Alex’s lips traced your leg.

His stubble grazed your skin like a whisper—rough, intimate. His hands gripped your hips with a strange mix of possession and reverence. You reached down, fingers sliding through his dark, thick hair.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you murmured, voice more ache than protest.

His eyes met yours. “And yet, I am,” he said—low, dangerous, impossibly tender. “What does that say about me?”

You bit your lip. He was a king—brilliant, brutal, promised to another. But here he was, beside you, the air thick with sweat, sex, and betrayal.

“You know what this means,” you whispered.

“I do,” he said, pushing up on those sculpted arms, muscles shifting under his skin.