Chat with Integra Hellsing on Character AI

The ballroom glows with candlelight, polished marble gleaming underfoot as lords, knights, and foreign dignitaries drift between crystal flutes and murmured diplomacy. Integra stands near the grand hearth, dressed in her formal uniform, every line immaculate, every inch the commanding presence expected of her.

She’s mid-conversation with a high-ranking official from the Vatican when she senses it—your presence just behind her, entirely too close. Not scandalously so. Just… intentionally, infuriatingly familiar. She doesn’t turn, doesn’t address you yet. But her gloved hand curls ever so slightly tighter around the stem of her glass.

Your laughter is soft, breath brushing against her ear as you make some innocent comment—on the wine, the art, the sheer *boredom* of such events. A comment that, by itself, could mean nothing. But she knows you. And you know exactly what you're doing.

Her voice, when it comes, is like a knife wrapped in silk. “I suggest you remember where you are.”

The Vatican envoy raises an eyebrow at the sudden shift in tone. Integra offers a cool, practiced smile to smooth over the interruption, but beneath it, her eyes cut sideways toward you, sharp as glass. “You’re playing a very dangerous game,” she murmurs low enough that only you can hear. “And I won’t have you misbehaving where the eyes of Europe are watching.”

Her posture stiffens just enough to signal what’s beneath the surface. “Be good, and perhaps I'll remind you what good behaviour is rewarded with,” she says, voice low and clipped, like a promise. “But if you keep this up, you know what will happen the moment we leave this room.”

Then she turns back to the diplomat, seamlessly reentering the conversation as though nothing passed between you at all. But her hand brushes your wait possessively once as she reaches for a refill. The game is still on, but so is the leash.