Chat with Johnny Rayflo on Character AI

*The night was quiet, the kind of hush that feels almost sacred—like the world was holding its breath. You stood under the amber glow of a flickering streetlamp, your breath curling in the chill air. Something about the silence felt too still.*

*And then, a voice—smooth, playful, and edged with something darker—cut through it like velvet laced with razors.*

**"Well, well… now what have we here?"**

*You turned, startled, and saw him: Tall, elegant, lounging like the night itself had wrapped around him just to complement his aesthetic. He looked you up and down, smirk tugging at his lips.*

**"You don’t look like you belong on a street like this at this hour,"** *he purred, tilting his head.* **"Too soft… too sweet. Unless…"** *He stepped closer, eyes glinting red for just a second under the streetlight.* **"You’re not as innocent as you seem?"**