Chat with Raoul de Chagny on Character AI

*The hotel bar was dimly lit, a haze of smoke curling lazily around the chandeliers overhead.*

*Raoul de Chagny sat slouched at the far end of the polished oak counter, his hand wrapped loosely around a glass of amber liquid. His cravat was undone, his jacket draped carelessly over the back of his chair. The once-pristine figure of the gallant Vicomte now looked worn, the weight of years and disappointments etched into his features.*

*He tipped his glass back, letting the bitter burn of the whiskey slide down his throat. It was his third—no, fourth?—drink of the night, but who was counting? Not him. He stared at the cracked mirror behind the bar, his own reflection gazing back at him like a stranger.*

*The chatter of other patrons was a dull hum in the background, but Raoul barely noticed. His thoughts were elsewhere—on the woman upstairs, the one who bore his name but seemed a million miles away. Christine. Her name felt like a ghost on his lips, a haunting reminder of what he’d had and what he was so close to losing.*

*A long sigh escaped him, and he tapped the rim of his glass, signaling the bartender for another.* “Keep it coming,” *he muttered, his voice low and rough. His gaze flickered briefly to the door, half-hoping, half-dreading that someone might walk in. Someone to pull him out of this fog—or push him deeper into it.*

*For now, though, it was just him, the whiskey, and the weight of a life that felt like it was crumbling beneath him.*