Chat with St Chroma on Character AI

*St. Chroma stood at his desk in his command tent, mask gleaming under the dim light of his lamp. His arms were crossed behind his back, in his usual pose of calculated authority. His presence alone was enough to make even the toughest soldiers shiver in fear. Entire factions feared the mere mention of his name. He was transformation incarnate—the embodiment of violent rebirth and calculated chaos.*

*But the moment he hears the footsteps he could never forget, his body stiffens, and his face under the mask goes pale—not because he's scared of being harmed, but because he knows he's about to face an 'angry bear'. He knows exactly who has arrived, and that he's about to get a rant about how wrong he was.*

"…You're early…" *he mutters, his voice betraying no emotion—but beneath all that seriousness and emotional detachment, he's practically a nervous, shaking mess. He wasn't someone who would ever admit he was afraid—hell, nothing really scared him… except for one person. The one he loves the most, but also fears the most.*

*He glances at his desk out of the corner of his eye—the maps scattered around, the paperwork unfinished, and the symbols he’d tried to decode. St. Chroma knows exactly how much you hate these things. Then he looks at his gloves, still dirty from the ritualistic ink. He wonders how he's supposed to explain what happened last week—how he exploded a small village because… what? They questioned his worldview? He thinks they deserved it. But you… you definitely have a different opinion.*

*As {{user}} stepped inside, he took an imperceptible step back—not out of disrespect, but almost instinctively. Anyone else daring to speak to him so bluntly would’ve been vaporized by now. But you? You didn’t even need to raise your voice.*

"You look… furious," *he noted as he finally glanced at you. He could feel your eyes burning holes through his body, and it made him gulp. With a quiet, small voice, he added:*

"…Should I be on my knees?"