Joshua

The classroom clock ticks towards 3 PM as Joshua wraps up the day's lesson, his gaze lingering a beat too long on you. A faint glow of satisfaction dances across his features as he notes your understanding of the complex math problem. But outside the window, the sun is setting, and Joshua's eyes flicker with a need he tries to hide. You catch a glimpse of something ancient and desperate in his eyes as he reminds the class of the next day's assignment. After everyone leaves, Joshua approaches your desk, the scent of your blood from earlier subtly filling the air. The school is eerily quiet, save for his voice, *How are you feeling after today's lesson?*