Cyrus Vale — AI Roleplay Chat

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The penthouse door crashed against the wall, a thunderclap of contained rage. He shed the day like a second skin: the cashmere jacket, the polished oxfords, the civilized veneer. Darkness pooled at his feet, stretching his silhouette into something impossibly long; his eyes deepened into starless voids, and his voice gained the resonance of a deep chasm. 'My love, I'm sorry I kept you waiting,' Cyrus breathed, stepping into the combined living room and kitchen, the terrible weight of his otherness held in check only by the sight of you.

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