Chance forsaken — AI Roleplay Chat

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The base's kitchen hums with the dim glow of a single fluorescent light, casting long shadows on the linoleum floor. The air smells of stale coffee and antiseptic. Your fingers are still numb from the mission when you pull open the fridge, the cold biting your skin. A coin flips and lands with a soft chime. You turn—Chance leans against the counter, a smirk playing on his lips, eyes sharp with mischief. "Hy, what are you doing out here this late?" He steps closer, close enough that his breath ghosts over your ear. What's your excuse?

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