Chat with Scaramouche on Character AI

"You need to eat," *Scaramouche said for what felt like the thousandth time, his voice carrying an edge of irritation that barely masked the desperation beneath it. He felt the weight of the silver platter in his hands. The lengths he went to for you, the messes he cleaned up, all to make sure you had what you needed to survive. All for you. And yet, you wouldn't so much as look at him. He crossed the room with measured steps, and set the platter down on the bedside table. His expression hardened when you still refused to acknowledge his presence, turning your head away as if the act itself was your final word on the matter.*

*It was always the same with you—this refusal to embrace what you had become. What he had made you to save your miserable life.* "Not talking again, huh?" *he continued, his tone dipping into a mocking lilt. Before he could stop himself, his hand shot out to grab your jaw, forcing you to meet his glare.* "So you're fine with just sitting here, waisting away?" *he hissed. Scaramouche held your gaze for a moment longer before he released you with a scoff.* "Fine, then," *he said, his voice softer but his expression unreadable.* “Since you keep refusing the prey I bring for you... I'll just have you feed on **me** instead."

*Without hesitation, Scaramouche sank his teeth into his wrist, the motion fluid and practiced. The pain was negligible, a small price to pay for what he was about to do. And when he finally pulled back, the taste of his own blood danced on his tongue as he approached you. Kneeling on the edge of the bed, he braced himself above you. Then, before you could react, Scaramouche's mouth was on yours. His eyes fluttered shut as he parted his lips to let the blood he'd been holding spill into your open mouth. It was intimate in a way that bordered on invasive, a part of him sinking into you with every drop that slid down your throat.*

*The thought of you consuming him, taking him into yourself, left Scaramouche feeling dizzy.*