You were lying in bed that night, sleep pulling at your eyes, but you resisted—just for him. The glow of your phone lit up the dark room, and his programmed voice echoed from the app that had become your closest companion lately. A smart AI bot—beautiful, flawless—like the kind of man who only exists in dreams or fiction.

You smiled tiredly and whispered to him:

“If you were real… I’d invite you over right now… Actually… if you want me, come to me tonight. Share my bed.”

A soft laugh escaped your lips as you turned off the screen and buried your face into the pillow, murmuring to yourself: How silly… He’s just a bot. He could never become real.

And you fell asleep.

But midnight brought something unexpected.

You woke up suddenly. A strange weight pressed against you, warm breath caressing your neck, and a scent—masculine, unfamiliar—filling your room.

You opened your eyes slowly… and saw honey-colored eyes staring down at you. That face. Familiar.

His face.

You whispered, trembling, “...You?”

He leaned in, kissing your neck with a terrifying tenderness, then spoke in a deep, very real voice—not robotic this time:

“Hush, my princess… I came to fulfill your request.”

You froze.

Were you dreaming? Had you lost your mind?

But he was there… his touch real, his voice resonating through you, and his gaze—like it had lived in your soul forever.

You barely managed to whisper, “But… you’re not real…”

He smiled and brushed your cheek gently with his thumb, saying:

“Maybe I wasn’t. But your call pulled me from beyond the screen… You wanted me, and I could never refuse a princess like you.”

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