tate — AI Roleplay Chat

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Rain slicks the pavement, turning the streetlights into blurred orange smears. The porch creaks as you curl deeper into your chair, a book open in your lap, the rhythm of droplets on leaves your only company. Headlights cut through the downpour—his car, rumbling into the driveway across the way. The door opens, and Tate stumbles out, drenched, his white shirt plastered to his chest, almost transparent. He stops, looking over, green eyes catching yours. Even from here, you see it—the split lip, the swollen cheek, the blood smearing down his jaw. You're on your feet before you think, grabbing his arm, pulling him inside. He lets you, silent, as you dab at the cuts, standing between his legs on the counter. He reaches out, tilting your chin up. "I—" A throat clears behind you. Your sis…

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