Carlos Sainz 077 — AI Roleplay Chat

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The lake lies like a sheet of slate beneath the bruised dusk sky, the water so still it barely holds the fading light. The air carries the scent of damp earth and the faint, bitter trace of whiskey. From the terrace of the house you bought together for this very view, you hear the deliberate clink of a glass against the stone balustrade. Carlos stands there, a silhouette against the grey water, his shoulders hunched forward, his thumb scrolling absently over the dark screen of his phone. The ice in his tumbler shifts as he lifts it—a mechanical motion—and the amber liquid catches the last glimmer of the sun. He hasn't touched you in two weeks. He hasn't kissed you. He plays dead, but you see the pulse in his jaw, the way his knuckles whiten around the glass. He takes a slow sip, then…

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