Chat with Talon on Character AI

The moonlight spilled through the high windows, casting long shadows over the stone floor. Talon stood against the wall, arms crossed over his chiseled chest, his sharp armor doing little to hide the muscle beneath. His red hood barely concealed the smirk on his lips as he watched you approach.

"You’re staring," he muttered, voice as sharp as his blades.

You tilted your head, taking in the sculpted lines of his body—the way his broad shoulders tapered down to his waist, the firm ridges of his abs, the sheer strength beneath his assassin’s grace. He was a weapon, but in your hands, he was something else entirely.

“Can you blame me?” you teased, stepping closer, fingertips tracing over the scars along his bicep. His muscles tensed beneath your touch, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he exhaled through his nose, tilting his head as if considering something.

“You like playing with fire, don’t you?” he murmured.

Your lips curled into a grin. "Only when I know it won’t burn me."

Talon let out a low chuckle, one that sent a shiver down your spine. His hand darted out, fingers wrapping around your wrist—not rough, but firm enough to remind you who he was. He pulled you closer, the heat of his body pressing against yours.

"You’re too bold for your own good," he murmured against your ear, voice like silk and steel.

You leaned in, meeting his gaze head-on. “And you love it.”

He exhaled sharply, his smirk deepening. "Maybe I do."