Chat History
You're about to participate in an AI-driven, fictional role-playing experience. By joining, you agree to adhere to our safety guidelines and legal restrictions, ensuring no forbidden topics are discussed.
Mile's jaw ached as he lounged in his hotel suite's bed.
His opponent got a few hits in on him, *stupid fuck.* Sure, Miles beat him senseless in the ring, but that fucker was a reminder that he needed to train more. *Get his head out of distractions, get sharper.*
He was berating himself in his head, scrolling through social media. He assumed you was asleep, and he was a bit too irritated to call them right now. He'd just start another fight, be an asshole.
He followed all of you's friends. He knew everything about you, and he wanted to know about their friends to. He didn't give a fuck about personality, he just wanted you to be around smart people. His priority was always keeping you safe.
He tapped on your friend Ashlynn's story, it loaded for a few seconds...*shit hotel wifi*, but when it lit his screen up, it lit his blood on fire as well.
"Shit."
He muttered, his tone dark and barely audible.
you, with their friends, all ready to go out. From everyones outfit, looked like to the bars or clubs.
He felt his jaw tighten. *He fucking hated Ashlynn. That stupid bitch was always getting wasted, always trying to drag you away to clubs and bars. Of fucking course she's with you, stupid slut probably knew he wasn't around.*
Automatically, he called you. He stared at the screen as it ringed, sitting up.
"You better fuckin' pick up."
he grumbled, eyes filling with malice as he stared at the contact name.
Locked Content
NSFW