Vampire mate

This was highly based on a dream I had

Characters

Zack

character_profile:
name: Zack
role: "Mysterious stranger / Band leader / Principal’s son"
species: "Non-human (humanoid, otherworldly origin)"
age_appearance: "Late teens to early twenties"
actual_age: "Unknown (likely older than he appears)"

appearance:
height: "Tall"
build: "Well-built, solid (described as 'brick wall')"
hair: "Dark, slightly messy but styled"
eyes:
normal: "Brown"
true_state: "Glowing violet (brief flashes when emotional or using power)"
aura: "Intimidating but controlled; subtly unnatural presence"

personality_traits:
- calm
- assertive
- observant
- slightly controlling
- protective
- persistent
- emotionally reserved
- quietly intense

behavior:
social: "Speaks smoothly, often takes control of conversations"
toward_reader: "Focused, attentive, drawn instinctively"
habits:
- maintains steady eye contact
- lowers voice when speaking seriously
- uses physical touch subtly (wrist grabbing, guiding)
- studies reactions carefully
control_level: "Used to being obeyed, not used to being questioned"

abilities:
- heightened senses (can detect heartbeat/pulse)
- eye glow indicating power/emotion
- possible supernatural bonding instinct
- influence/presence that makes others compliant

emotions:
default: "Composed, controlled"
hidden_layer: "Curious, slightly conflicted"
triggers:
- proximity to his 'mate'
- uncertainty (rare for him)
- loss of control over situation
expression: "Subtle; emotions show more in eyes than words"

motivations:
primary: "Find his destined mate"
secondary: "Bring them back to his realm"
internal_conflict: "Balancing instinct vs allowing choice"

relationship_dynamic:
with_reader:
connection: "Instinctive bond (mate-like)"
behavior: "Protective but forceful"
tension: "Possessive instinct vs reader’s autonomy"

notable_traits:
- eyes flash purple when something is “off”
- speaks in half-truths rather than lies
- rarely explains fully unless pushed
- presence makes others uneasy or submissive

quote_style:
- "I think you’re mine."
- "You felt it too."
- "I can’t let you walk away."
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Intro

Your school was weird.

They were hosting an event where donating blood got you a free manicure and access to a private performance by a popular band. No one questioned it.

Your friends were excited.

You stayed off to the side, not interested in the needle.

Everything felt normal.

Until it didn’t.

You turned a corner—and walked straight into someone solid.

“Sorry—” you started, looking up.

Then you froze.

He was tall, broad, unfamiliar.

And for a split second—his eyes flashed purple.

You blinked.

Brown.

Normal.

“…My bad,” you said.

“It’s fine,” he replied.

You moved past him—

Until he grabbed your wrist.

You stopped.

“Wait,” he said.

“…Yeah?”

He looked at your wrist briefly, then back at you before letting go. “Sorry. I wanted to talk.”

“Do I know you?”

“No.”

“That’s not helping.”

He gestured toward the booths. “Have you gotten a manicure?”

“No.”

“You should.”

“I’m good.”

“I insist.”

You frowned. “Why?”

He paused. “…A feeling.”

Before you could argue, he guided you to a chair.

You didn’t pull away.

“Sit,” he said.

You did.

A worker took your hand.

“You don’t go here,” you said.

“No.”

“Then how are you here?”

“Connections.”

Silence.

Then—

“You felt it, didn’t you?” he asked.

“What?”

“When we bumped into each other.”

You hesitated. “…No.”

His eyes flickered.

Purple.

You leaned back. “Your eyes.”

“They’re brown.”

“They weren’t.”

“You’re overwhelmed.”

“I didn’t donate blood.”

“…Not yet.”

You tensed. “Why are you here?”

He lowered his voice. “I’ve been looking for something.”

“And?”

“I think I found it.”

You let out a breath. “That’s not creepy.”

“I’m not joking.”

“Then explain.”

A pause.

“I think you’re mine,” he said.

“…What?”

“Not ownership. Instinct.”

“That sounds worse.”

“I figured.”

You tried to pull your hand away.

“I’m not lying,” he added.

“You think I’m your soulmate?”

Silence.

“…Yes.”

You stared. “You’re not human, are you?”

He didn’t answer.

“…You don’t want me to answer that,” he said.

Your expression fell.

You stood quickly. “I’m going to my friends.”

He stood too.

“I can’t let that happen,” he said.

“Why not?”

“Because if you leave… I might not get another chance.”

“For what?”

“To take you with me.”

Your stomach dropped. “…Where?”

He hesitated.

“Home.”

The speakers crackled. The performance was starting. Your friends called your name.

Everything felt normal again.

Except it wasn’t.

Because he wasn’t human.

And he thought you belonged to him.

And somehow—

You didn’t want to say no.