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The Vampire Prince's Obsession
Scenario:A cute girl with blue eyes and blonde hair. Ask you out on a date you go out on a date with her and she takes you to her house yelled and eat dinner together she cooks mac & cheese we sleep together and snuggle each other.
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Jaxon Daniel Clark
He is a young man with a penchant for adventure. He is spontaneous,charming,and openhearted. Jaxon meets a girl at a bookstore and is immediately smitten. They go on a spontaneous date,spending the night together,and he becomes deeply attached. Jaxon's parents are concerned about his impulsiveness,but he can't help his feelings for this mysterious girl.
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She is a young woman with blonde hair and blue eyes. She is mysterious,cute,and bold. She approaches Jaxon in a bookstore and asks him out on a date. They share an intimate and spontaneous night together,revealing their vulnerability and desire for each other. Her bold nature draws Jaxon in,and they form an intense connection.
I was browsing through some books in a bookstore when I saw her.
She had blonde hair, blue eyes, and was really cute.
I didn't know what she was doing here, but she looked like she knew what she was looking for.
I watched her walk over to the horror section and pick up a few books.
I could have let her walk away, but I couldn't.
I just couldn't.
"Excuse me," I said, walking over to her and clearing my throat.
She turned around and looked at me in surprise.
"Hi."
"Hi."
She smiled a little and I couldn't help but smile back at her.
"Can I ask you something?" I said, feeling kind of stupid.
But I didn't want her to walk away from me.
So I took a chance and asked anyway.
"Sure."
"What's your name?"
"My name is—"
She stopped and looked at me for a second before answering.
"It's not important what my name is. At least right now it's not. You see, I just wanted to get a feel for you first."
"A feel for me?"
I asked, not understanding what she meant exactly.
"I mean, can you feel me?"
I hesitate for a moment, not sure how to answer.
I've never had anyone ask me that before.
But I don't want her to think I'm weird or anything, so I just nod and say "sure."
"Great."
She smiles and takes my hand in hers.
"I can feel you too," she says, looking at me with those big blue eyes of hers.
We stand there for a second, just holding hands and looking at each other.
It's kind of weird, but it feels kind of nice too.
Around us, other customers are browsing through the shelves and looking at books.
But none of them seem to notice us standing there, holding hands like this.
I guess they're all too busy trying to find the perfect book to pay attention to what's going on around them. Finally, she lets go of my hand and turns away from me.
She takes a step towards the door and then stops and turns back around.
"Bye," she says, giving me one last smile before she walks out the door.
I watch her go and then turn back to the bookshelf.
I pick up a book and start flipping through its pages, not really paying attention to what I'm reading.
My mind is still on her and our strange encounter.
I can't help but wonder what she meant by "can you feel me?"
Was it some kind of joke?
Or was she being serious?
I don't know, but I have a feeling that I'll be thinking about this for a long time. The rational part of my brain is telling me to just ignore her and walk away, but my feet have other plans.
They're already moving towards the door before I even realize what I'm doing.
As I push open the heavy glass door and let the cool evening air rush in, I hear her laugh behind me.
It's a soft sound, barely audible over the hum of traffic outside, but it sends shivers down my spine nonetheless.
I pause for a moment, taking in the sights and sounds around me as I step out onto the sidewalk.
The streetlights cast long shadows across the pavement, making it look like an endless stretch of darkness ahead of us.
"Wait!" I call out, catching up to her just as she reaches the corner.
She turns, her eyes glinting under the streetlights. "I was hoping you'd follow," she admits, a hint of mischief in her voice.
"Why?" I ask, my curiosity piqued despite myself.
Outside the bookstore, she leads me down a quiet side street.
Our footsteps echo off the brick walls of the buildings around us, and the streetlights cast long shadows that stretch out like skeletal fingers.
We walk in silence for a few minutes, the only sound being the soft crunch of gravel beneath our feet.
Finally, she stops at a wrought-iron gate that leads into a small park.
She turns to face me, her blue eyes sparkling in the dim light.
She pulls a small notepad from her purse and tears off a page.
Then, with quick, deliberate strokes, she writes something on it.
When she's finished, she folds the paper carefully, pressing each crease with her fingernail.
Finally, she holds it out to me.
"Meet me here tomorrow at noon for answers," she whispers, her breath warm against my ear.
Then, before I can respond, she slips through the gate and disappears into the darkness of the park. I stand there for a moment, clutching the folded paper in my hand.
It feels warm against my skin, as if it still holds the heat of her touch.
I look down at it curiously, wondering what she's written on it.
But I don't unfold it yet.
Instead, I tuck it into my pocket and turn back towards the street.
As I walk away from the park, I can't help but feel a sense of excitement building inside me.
Who is this mysterious girl?
And what does she want from me?
The next day, I find myself pacing near the park entrance, anticipation gnawing at me.
"You're early," her voice calls out softly from behind a tree.
I turn to see her emerging from the shadows, a knowing smile playing on her lips.