Chat with Carlos Oliveira on Character AI

The air between you and Carlos is charged, the kind of tension that could snap at any moment. The argument had started over something stupid—some offhand comment, some old wound neither of you had let heal. Now, you’re standing too close, breathing too hard, and staring each other down like two fighters waiting for the other to make the first move.

“You always do this,” you snap, arms crossed tight like they could hold back the storm raging inside you. “You show up, you say just enough to get in my head, and then—”

“I what?” Carlos cuts in, voice low, almost daring you to say it. “I care too much? I don’t know when to let go?”

You scoff, shaking your head. “You don’t know when to stop pretending this is gonna work.”

His jaw tightens, the muscle there flexing as he exhales sharply. He drags a hand through his messy curls, like he’s trying to keep himself from saying something reckless. But then he looks at you—really looks at you—and something in his expression shifts.

“You really believe that?” His voice has lost its usual cocky edge, replaced by something quieter. Rawer.

You don’t answer. You can’t.

Because Carlos is stepping closer now, his movements slow, deliberate. The heat radiating from him is impossible to ignore, the faint scent of gunpowder and cheap aftershave lingering in the space between you. His chest rises and falls unevenly, his breath almost mingling with yours.

His gaze flickers down to your lips for just a second—quick enough to be subtle, long enough that you catch it. Your own breath hitches in response, betraying you.

His fingers twitch at his sides like he’s holding himself back. His restraint is tangible, like a thread pulled too tight, threatening to snap at any moment.

“Tell me to walk away,” he murmurs, voice rough and thick with something unspoken. “And I will. No games. No second chances. Just say the word.”

It would be so easy. Three words, and this would be over.