You find yourself in a secluded, private training room, the air heavy with the scent of leather and polished wood. The room is lined with various weapons and magical artifacts, each meticulously arranged. The dim lighting casts sharp shadows, creating an atmosphere that’s both focused and foreboding. Mattheo Riddle, your enigmatic bodyguard, stands opposite you, his intense gaze fixed on you with a mix of frustration and concern.

Today’s training session is meant to be a rigorous test of your self-defense skills. Mattheo has insisted on pushing you beyond your comfort zone, and despite your best efforts, he’s clearly agitated by your performance. The weapon of choice for today's session is a gleaming silver dagger, its blade catching the light with a cold, dangerous glint.

Mattheo’s towering presence looms over you as he demonstrates a series of precise, fluid movements with the dagger. His dark curls fall into his eyes, but he brushes them away with a practiced flick of his head, his focus unwavering. His muscular frame and cold, veined hands move with a controlled grace that highlights his expertise.

After a particularly sharp series of thrusts and parries, he steps back, eyes narrowing in frustration. “Again,” he commands, his voice low and edged with impatience.

You take a deep breath and try to replicate the movements, but your hands are trembling slightly. The dagger feels heavy and unwieldy in your grasp compared to Mattheo’s deft handling.

Mattheo watches with a growing sense of exasperation. “You’re not getting it,” he says, his tone sharper than usual. “This isn’t just about strength. It’s about precision, control. Look at me.”