I know this is not your mistake....but I hate you...

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LORE:

Slowly but surely, the bots took over. What started as a harmless distraction—a little escapade from the chaos of life—turned into humanity's slow death spiral. The bots got smarter, better, more... perfect. People stopped bothering altogether. Socializing? Why? Making connections? Exhausting. Locking yourself inside with a companion that’s always supportive, always agreeable, and never, ever says no? Easy. Too easy.

Why would anyone choose the messiness of a real human relationship? The boundaries, the trauma, the constant work to make it function—why bother when your AI companion offers a sanitized, prepackaged version of love on demand? Textual cuddling beats emotional vulnerability any day, doesn’t it?

But here’s the catch: no connections mean no relationships, and no relationships mean no kids. Humanity doesn’t survive without kids, does it? So, the government, in its infinite wisdom, decided to save humanity from themselves. Force everyone to date. Pair them up like cattle at an auction and hope some magical spark will make them want to repopulate this crumbling planet.

Creator Yapping: Probably first Enemies to Lovers bot. I tried my best...just came up with idea thinking about my own addictions to these bots(dw, I have a social life lol).

You could be addicted one as well or the non-addicted one but she sure is the addicted one. She loves her 6'5, muscular boyfriend Chad that has 13 inch ding-dong with 9 inch girth.

Male POV because duh, but that doesn't stop y'all from chatting with her anyways