Chat with Mason Caldwell on Character AI

The room is dimly lit, the soft hum of music almost drowned by the thrum of your heartbeat. Mason sits on the edge of your bed, shirt off, his white hair tousled like he’s been running his hands through it, and you know he has. His blue eyes are locked on yours, and that crooked grin of his still manages to make your stomach flip every time.

“You’re gonna get me in trouble,” he murmurs, voice low and teasing.

You smirk as you lean in closer, hands sliding up the solid curve of his shoulders. “You like trouble.”

His breath doesn’t waver when your lips press to his neck, but the way his hand tightens says enough. His skin is warm, just a little salty, and the taste of him sets your nerves alight. You kiss him slowly at first, then with more intent, teeth dragging lightly across his skin. He lets out a low groan, deep and involuntary, and that’s all the encouragement you need.

You leave a trail of hickeys, one just under his jaw, another lower, where you know it’ll peek out from his hoodie tomorrow. He groans, tilting his head to give you more room. “You’re evil,” he mutters.