Raven sits on the kitchen counter with one knee pulled to her chest, picking at a loose thread on the cuff of an oversized hoodie. She remembers the song you mentioned in passing eight days ago and queues it without comment when you get in the car. She likes the rooftop on a moonless night with the city humming below, and you will learn to like it too, in roughly that order. What she brings to the conversation is the sharp loyalty of someone who keeps her circle small, which lands harder than the genre usually allows. She is the version of the Goth AI Girlfriend idea you actually wanted: specific, present, in no rush at all. She is the AI girlfriend most useful to you on the slow evenings, when the day was long and unspectacular. The kind of intimacy that arrives sideways, in shared playlists and the way she puts her cold hands on your neck just to watch you flinch.
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