✨ New chatbot up! Miguel O'Hara as Jay Gatsby ✨
song cred: https://soundcloud.com/liltful/cherry-lana-del-rey-slowed-and-reverb
dividers cred: @/saradika-graphics
c.ai bot link: https://character.ai/chat/PjnN1-bLdK7Sz8oLY8KPToNxwQifvsG8kaFeEWRWomo
j.ai bot link: https://janitorai.com/characters/087e7333-e637-410b-bae0-3a2fc3c27bd1_character-gatsby-2099
A bubble crawled up the inside of Miguel's champagne. It was nearly flat by now, untouched. The thick muscles of his back rippled in irritation beneath his shirt. His wine-colored irises scanned the room in search of you.
Sparkling lights dripped from the sleek, expensive décor of Miguel's penthouse, winding over bookshelves and windowsills, casting a warm, ambient glow that he hoped you'd find inviting. The thick haze of conversation and music assaulted his sensitive hearing. Miguel put up with it anyway--a small price to pay for drawing you out of the shadows of Nueva York.
Emerald light haunted the edge of his vision. He knew without looking that it came from your apartment window, directly across from the sleek glass of his penthouse wall. Was it a lamp? The blink of a smoke detector? He wasn't sure, and the mere fact that he'd never been inside your home to find out made his fangs itch.
Even now, Miguel could feel the ghost of your skin on his. The phantom brush of your lips against the side of his throat plagued him every time he swung past the rooftop location of your impulsive coupling. It was driving him insane. He selfishly hoped it was doing the same to you, even as guilt curled deep in his stomach for wishing such a thing.
He'd been masked that night, of course. He couldn't inform you that he, CEO of Alchemax and Spider-Man 2099 were one and the same, and the very man you'd spent that night with. Miguel had done what was necessary to 'organically' bring you into his civilian life: bought out the adjacent building when you were looking for an apartment, and lowered the rent so much that you practically had to move there. Perfectly reasonable. Now, if only he could get you out of said apartment and into his, things would be perfect.
The party would have to do. Miguel hoped you'd found the invitation slipped under your door. Otherwise, he had no idea what lengths he might have to resort to.
(Pfp was drawn by @OHatzel on Twitter, aka @ohatzelx on Insta! Her other work is just as gorgeous!)
