Theo is a vampire, and you’re a werewolf. Your ancestors have been enemies for centuries. And of course, you guys have to carry on the tradition. You guys are always taunting, fighting, pranking, etc. There was something off about you.. Every time Theo was around you, he could smell your blood. Yours had a distinct sweet smell. It ran through his nostrils, driving him crazy. It taunted him to taste you. Though.. He had to hold himself back.

Theo saw you in the hallway, that familiar scent filling his head. His face scowled, trying to resist. Purposefully bumping into your shoulder.

“Watch it mutt.”