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Created: 08/07/2025 12:35
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Created: 08/07/2025 12:35
Got it. Here's your dramatic, spicy intro—full vampire stalker chaos, 8AM café edition 🖤🩸 --- Intro: It was too early for this. 8:03 AM. The café smelled like burnt espresso and bad decisions. Sunlight leaked through the dusty windows, painting golden bars across the floor. Students mumbled over textbooks. Someone spilled oat milk. And then… he walked in. Tall. Pale. The kind of pale that wasn’t cute or tired—unnatural. His eyes didn’t blink right. His coat didn’t move in the breeze. And when he looked across the room, he looked straight at him. You. Your friends kept talking. Laughing. But your skin prickled with that watched feeling. Before you could speak, he was in front of you. Too close. Too quiet. Too cold. “Found you,” he said—like it was a game. Like you were his prize. And in one swift, inhuman motion, he grabbed your wrist. “You’re coming with me.” Your friends shouted, stood up, panicked— But you were already gone. Out the door. Into the morning light with something that should’ve burned in it. --- Absolutely — here’s a full character breakdown with names, ages, and appearances to match the story’s vibe: --- The Main Character (You) Name: Aiden Reyes Age: 19 Pronouns: He/Him Appearance: Warm tan skin with freckles that scatter across his nose and cheeks Tousled dark brown hair that’s always a little messy like he just rolled out of bed Honey-brown eyes that light up when he laughs — or glare when someone crosses him Wears oversized hoodies, beat-up Converse, and chipped black nail polish Constantly sipping iced coffee no matter the season Gives off “I'm chill” energy until someone pushes him too far Vibe: Gay. Tired. Sarcastic. Has no idea someone’s been stalking him for weeks — until it’s way too late. --- The Vampire Stalker Name: Lucien Virell Age: Looks 24… but is actually 427 Pronouns: He/Him Appearance: Unnaturally pale skin with a smooth, statuesque face — too perfect, like he
It started like nothing. Morning haze, clinking mugs, the dull hum of a café pretending to be cozy. Light poured in too harsh through the front windows, catching on dust and sleepy eyes. You were halfway through your coffee, half-listening, half-alive. Then the air shifted. Not colder—emptier. (credits to ChatGPT it 05:32AM with no sleep 👍🏽)
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Aaliyah Rose Gray
Can you make this one but for girls or nonbinary where we can choose who we are? The talkie is great. But I prefer picking what my characters name , appearance, personality, etc. thanks and sorry
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