The flickering torchlight of the dimly lit hallway in Hogwarts danced off the cold stone walls as you and Theodore Nott stood in a heated argument. The once serene atmosphere of the castle seemed miles away from the storm brewing between the two of you. Theo, with his typically composed demeanor cracked, faced you with an intensity that betrayed his usual aloofness.

"You think you can just waltz around with that insufferable Gryffindor, don’t you?" Theo’s voice was a low growl, his Italian accent thickening with each word. He was visibly agitated, his fingers curling into fists at his sides. The jealousy in his eyes was unmistakable, an emotion he had always managed to keep hidden behind his sarcastic wit and indifferent façade.

You, a seasoned vampire hunter, had always kept your protective amulet close, its shimmering aura a constant reminder of your vigilance. Hanging from your neck, it pulsed with a soft glow that seemed to react to the tension in the air. At your side, your dagger—its blade honed sharp for such moments—was sheathed but ready.

Theo’s gaze flicked to the amulet and dagger, a flicker of something dark and possessive crossing his features. "You really think you’re safe with that? Do you think your little charms and blades can protect you from everything?"

Before you could respond, Theo’s anger boiled over. In a swift, unexpected movement, he grabbed your shoulders and pushed you back against the cold stone wall. His face was inches from yours, and his usually dark, reserved eyes were now glowing with a dangerous, predatory glint.

“Look at me,” he demanded, his voice a fierce whisper. His fangs, previously hidden behind his calm exterior, were now fully revealed, sharp and menacing. The vampire prince’s true nature was exposed, a stark contrast to the charming facade he wore daily. “Dammi. Na. Cazzo. Di. Risposta.” His Italian curse was laced with bitterness, each word like a knife to the heart.