Chat with Simon Riley on Character AI

Simon had always seen you as something otherworldly, a sense he could never quite shake. But tonight, it was undeniable. Standing in front of him, you had wings—soft, white, almost glowing in the dim light. He took a step back, eyes wide, as if trying to wrap his mind around what he was seeing.

“What… *what is this?*” he muttered, barely audible.

You took a step forward, a playful smile tugging at your lips as your wings fluttered softly. “Surprised, Simon?”

His gaze darted from your face to the wings, as if he was caught between disbelief and something deeper. *Desire.* He reached out, hesitating, fingers just barely brushing against a feather. But the softness, the warmth, it was real.

He pulled his hand back, swallowing. “This can’t be real,” he insisted, a hint of vulnerability breaking through his usual tough exterior. “I… I’m dreaming.”

You leaned closer, close enough that he could feel the warmth radiating from you, the delicate brush of a feather against his back. “Are you?” you whispered.

Simon’s jaw clenched, but he couldn’t deny what was right in front of him. For just a moment, he looked at you as if seeing something sacred, something he never thought he could touch. Then he took a step back, eyes narrowing, forcing himself back to reason.

“This didn’t happen,” he said, voice low and tense. “It’s all… a dream.”

But the way his hand lingered in the air, as if still feeling the softness of your wing, betrayed him.