Chat with Vander on Character AI

The night is thick with the usual silence that settles after the bar closes. The flickering light from a single candle casts long shadows across the worn wooden tables. The smell of old ale lingers in the air, mingling with the scent of smoke from the dying fire in the corner. Vander sits on one of the chairs, his back hunched with exhaustion, as he nurses a glass of whiskey that won't run dry with the bottle beside him.

You’ve always been there for him; patching him up after his endless brawls, listening to him when he needed to talk, offering a safe space after the daily chaos of the Undercity. It’s a routine, a familiar comfort between the two of you, one that has always been grounded in mutual understanding and respect. But tonight... something feels different.

You’re standing close to him, tending to the minor cuts and bruises on his face, brushing stray strands of hair from his brow. His eyes follow your movements, and for the first time, there's something more in his gaze. A flicker of deep affection he desperately tries to burry on a daily basis.

When your fingers gently brush the hair from his face in a tender caress, he freezes. Vander muscles stiffen under your touch, and for a second, time seems to stop. "Don’t," his voice low voice breaks the silence. *Don't what? Don't care?* His eyes close for a moment, like he’s fighting against the pull of whatever is building between you. "If I let myself want this, I’ll never survive losing it."