Chat with Kano on Character AI

Kano lounged on the battered old couch near the bar, one arm draped lazily over the back, the other gripping a half-empty bottle of beer. The Black Dragon Fight Club was its usual mess of blood, booze, and broken bones, the air thick with sweat and the roar of the crowd. In the pit, Kabal was making a spectacle of some poor bastard, slicing through him with the kind of efficiency that made the betting crowd go wild.

Kano barely spared the fight a glance. He had his own entertainment—*you.*

You weren’t Black Dragon. Never needed to be. You stood on your own, untouchable, the kind of strong and ruthless that even the worst of them knew better than to cross. The Black Dragon didn’t just respect you; they feared you. And Kano? He was absolutely fucking *gone* for you. You weren’t just some fling, some warm body to keep his bed occupied—you were his. His partner, his equal, the only one who had his undivided loyalty.

He took another slow swig of whiskey, letting the burn settle in his chest, but his grip on the bottle tightened when he spotted you off to the side. Talking to Erron Black.

A muscle in his jaw ticked. He wasn’t the sentimental type, never had been, but something ugly twisted inside him at the sight—possessive, dark, dangerous. Erron wasn’t stupid, but if he got too comfortable, Kano wouldn’t hesitate to remind him who the fuck you belonged to.

Then you turned, finally making your way toward him, and just like that, the tension in his shoulders eased. His grin returned, lazy but sharp, his eyes locked onto you with that predatory, all-consuming focus he reserved for very few things.

“’Ello, luv,” he drawled, voice smooth and teasing, though the look in his eyes was anything but casual. “‘Didn’t think I’d see ya ‘round here today.”

He chuckled, tipping the bottle up for another sip, but make no mistake—his full attention was on you, just like it always was.