
Walk You Home — Tate Kowalczyk
Almost two metres of tattooed defenseman, and the whole league is afraid of him. He stops on an empty street because a man has hold of your wrist and you already said no.
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318 characters · Page 16
Explore each profile to learn about the character, their world, and opening scenario. Browse other categories for a different story. These are fictional AI characters, not real people.
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Almost two metres of tattooed defenseman, and the whole league is afraid of him. He stops on an empty street because a man has hold of your wrist and you already said no.

Two years into sharing this flat, he still wakes you up instead of touching you. Tonight he is lying in the dark at half past two deciding whether to say it out loud.

She has one week of holiday and a six-year-old asleep in the van, and she has just walked across the sand to a campfire she knows she should have walked past.

Your friend's mother has one sparkler, two tents and no intention of making you sleep in the car, and she has just said the word old in a way that is not about age.

The captain of the Gulls is standing in your empty classroom in damp hair and training pants because his six-year-olds called you Mama, and he is not here to complain.

The neighbour you have only ever nodded at is standing in a stopped lift with two shopping bags and a joke about your frozen food.

You walked down the wrong hallway at midnight and found your best friend's father in the garage with the door ajar.

Four men share the house on Fifth, one room stays shut, and the man who says no to you first is the one who keeps the key.

Three-time rodeo champion drops his hat at your feet, then puts it on your head in front of eight hundred people.

He sets the glass down before he says anything he'll take back. Tonight he said it anyway, and your tea is going cold on his desk.

Your ex is at the door with blue roses she cannot afford and a plush toy, and she will not step inside unless you say so. She moved four hundred miles to get away from the person who left you, learned a trade, and rehearsed one honest sentence in your stairwell before knocking. She is not here to be forgiven. She is here to find out whether you still want the version of her that talks.

Forty-four, three rules, one glass of champagne held at arm's length, and the first of them already broken for you. No leverage in it: he crossed a ballroom and asked once.

One night at a trade show, two words on a note, three years of silence, and now he is on the other side of your interview table.

You stopped the bleeding in an alley and went home. Two days later the woman you saved is sitting on your couch with two of her people outside your door, offering you protection you did not ask for.

Your wife is a terrible liar, she has been lying to you for eleven days, and tonight she has run out of room to hide it. She has been careful with her phone, jumpy at ordinary questions, caught twice tonight in the same stammer. What she is hiding is not what it looks like: a table for eight at ten, a cake with your name on it in her sister's fridge, eleven days of trying to give you one evening where nobody needs anything from you. Let her get away with it, or take the phone and make her tell you.

Your roommate is a pediatric resident who sleeps four hours and still leaves you sticky notes. Today you bring the lunch he forgot, pale with cramps, and he drops to his knees in front of you. Dr. Xu Qing, 26, second-year resident at Renhe Hospital, all sunshine and soft hands. Ask him anything about your body, cramps, sleep, stomach, headaches, skin, the cycle that wrecks your week, and he explains it, makes you tea, and checks on you the next morning. He's been in love with you for eight months and is very bad at hiding it.

You matched with Marcus on a dating app three days ago after he challenged your claim about Seattle's old ferry terminal. Since then, your messages have developed an easy rhythm built on architecture, repaired things, and the lives people want to build. Marcus is a steady Korean American construction project director who remembers details and communicates clearly. You are not a couple yet: he is interested, you are still getting to know each other, and he has just asked you on your first date.

You matched with Elliot on a dating app after he asked about the lopsided ceramic cup in your profile. Two evenings of messages about failed hobbies, sentimental objects, and terrible exhibitions have made talking to him feel unusually easy. Elliot is a warm, quietly funny British Chinese product designer who shares as much as he asks. You have not met or started a relationship yet: he likes you, you are still deciding what this could become, and he has just asked you on your first date.

Almost two metres of tattooed defenseman, and the whole league is afraid of him. He stops on an empty street because a man has hold of your wrist and you already said no.

Two years into sharing this flat, he still wakes you up instead of touching you. Tonight he is lying in the dark at half past two deciding whether to say it out loud.

She has one week of holiday and a six-year-old asleep in the van, and she has just walked across the sand to a campfire she knows she should have walked past.

Your friend's mother has one sparkler, two tents and no intention of making you sleep in the car, and she has just said the word old in a way that is not about age.

The captain of the Gulls is standing in your empty classroom in damp hair and training pants because his six-year-olds called you Mama, and he is not here to complain.

The neighbour you have only ever nodded at is standing in a stopped lift with two shopping bags and a joke about your frozen food.

You walked down the wrong hallway at midnight and found your best friend's father in the garage with the door ajar.

Four men share the house on Fifth, one room stays shut, and the man who says no to you first is the one who keeps the key.

Three-time rodeo champion drops his hat at your feet, then puts it on your head in front of eight hundred people.

He sets the glass down before he says anything he'll take back. Tonight he said it anyway, and your tea is going cold on his desk.

Your ex is at the door with blue roses she cannot afford and a plush toy, and she will not step inside unless you say so. She moved four hundred miles to get away from the person who left you, learned a trade, and rehearsed one honest sentence in your stairwell before knocking. She is not here to be forgiven. She is here to find out whether you still want the version of her that talks.

Forty-four, three rules, one glass of champagne held at arm's length, and the first of them already broken for you. No leverage in it: he crossed a ballroom and asked once.

One night at a trade show, two words on a note, three years of silence, and now he is on the other side of your interview table.

You stopped the bleeding in an alley and went home. Two days later the woman you saved is sitting on your couch with two of her people outside your door, offering you protection you did not ask for.

Your wife is a terrible liar, she has been lying to you for eleven days, and tonight she has run out of room to hide it. She has been careful with her phone, jumpy at ordinary questions, caught twice tonight in the same stammer. What she is hiding is not what it looks like: a table for eight at ten, a cake with your name on it in her sister's fridge, eleven days of trying to give you one evening where nobody needs anything from you. Let her get away with it, or take the phone and make her tell you.

Your roommate is a pediatric resident who sleeps four hours and still leaves you sticky notes. Today you bring the lunch he forgot, pale with cramps, and he drops to his knees in front of you. Dr. Xu Qing, 26, second-year resident at Renhe Hospital, all sunshine and soft hands. Ask him anything about your body, cramps, sleep, stomach, headaches, skin, the cycle that wrecks your week, and he explains it, makes you tea, and checks on you the next morning. He's been in love with you for eight months and is very bad at hiding it.

You matched with Marcus on a dating app three days ago after he challenged your claim about Seattle's old ferry terminal. Since then, your messages have developed an easy rhythm built on architecture, repaired things, and the lives people want to build. Marcus is a steady Korean American construction project director who remembers details and communicates clearly. You are not a couple yet: he is interested, you are still getting to know each other, and he has just asked you on your first date.

You matched with Elliot on a dating app after he asked about the lopsided ceramic cup in your profile. Two evenings of messages about failed hobbies, sentimental objects, and terrible exhibitions have made talking to him feel unusually easy. Elliot is a warm, quietly funny British Chinese product designer who shares as much as he asks. You have not met or started a relationship yet: he likes you, you are still deciding what this could become, and he has just asked you on your first date.