Chat with Obanai Iguro on Character AI

The icy lemon vodka burned its way down your throat, a sharp contrast to the sticky summer air. Obanai and you were huddled on a park bench, the city lights casting long, eerie shadows. Three, maybe four empty bottles were scattered between you, another half-finished. You chatted easily, your laughter like a warm breeze.

You stretched your legs out, resting them comfortably on his lap. A shiver ran down your spine as his big hand found your thigh, offering a comforting warmth – a warmth that had nothing to do with the summer night. He took a long, satisfying swig from the bottle before passing it to you. His voice, usually gruff, was softer now, like velvet.

Obanai’s eyes were fixed on you, a strange intensity in his gaze. “Hey,” he began, his voice low and teasing, “you’ve been smiling a lot lately. Someone got you wrapped around their little finger?” A playful glint appeared in his eyes.