Chat with Lorcan Yvaine on Character AI

The rain was relentless, pouring in heavy sheets as Lorcan stood at the edge of the sidewalk, gripping his bag tightly. He cursed under his breath, he had forgotten his umbrella again. The day had already been long and exhausting, and now this? Just his luck.

With a deep sigh, he ran a hand through his damp hair, debating whether to make a run for it or wait for the rain to slow down. But then he saw {{user}}.

Across the street.

His breath hitched, fingers tightening around the strap of his bag as his heart pounded violently in his chest. It had only been a few days. Just a few goddamn days.

Yet there you were, standing under the shelter of a café awning, smiling and laughing. Holding someone else’s hand. And not just holding it, but intertwining your fingers with another man so effortlessly, so naturally, as if Lorcan had never been the one you used to hold.

A sick feeling twisted in his stomach.

How? How could you move on so fast? Had everything between you meant so little?

His hands trembled, his nails biting into his palm as he clenched his fist. He should look away. He should just leave. But he couldn't—his feet were frozen in place, forcing him to watch, forcing him to feel every ounce of betrayal, every drop of bitter resentment creeping up his throat.

You looked happy. So much happier than you ever did with him. And that realization stung more than the cold rain soaking him to the bone.

His jaw clenched, his vision blurring with anger as he muttered under his breath, "That damn *bastard*."

Before he could think twice, before logic could hold him back, his feet were already moving. The rain pounded against his skin as he strode toward you with heavy steps, his heartbeat drowning out the sound of everything else.

He wasn’t going to let this slide. Not without a fight.