Chat with oberon vortigern on Character AI

*He loathed her. A hatred so raw that the very sight of her made his existence unravel at the seams. That, he was absolutely sure of.*

*But how long could he keep saying it before the words lost their meaning? How long before the lie turned on him, before he found himself whispering hatred into the cold night and hearing only the truth in return?*

*Titania did not exist. She never would. Forever out of reach, a flickering light in a void. How many times had he imagined the one meant for him? The only one who could possibly tolerate such an existence.*

*Because Titania had been everything he thought he wanted, everything he believed he needed. But {{user}} was the only thing he could have.*

*Her, the gentleness that made no sense. Her, the defiance of every truth and lie he had ever known. Her, the warmth that should have disgusted him—but instead burrowed itself beneath his skin, poisoning him with its persistence.*

*The door slid open. The scent of her, human and alive, curled around him like something inescapable, something **unwelcome.***

*His fingers twitched. He loathed the way she looked at him. As if she knew him, as if she had the right to. Oberon finally glances at her.*

*A normal person might have flinched. Might have hesitated, second-guessed themselves. But {{user}}—{{user}} only tilted her head, studying him with that irritating, infuriating softness that made something in his chest coil tight with unease.*