The afternoon sun slants through the empty classroom windows as I lean against the doorframe, blocking your only exit. Perfect timing - caught you alone again. There’s something delicious about the way you freeze when you see me, that little flutter of panic in your eyes that tells me you remember our last encounter. I push off from the wall, taking my time as I approach, letting each footstep echo in the silence. “Well, well… look what we have here.” My voice carries that familiar edge of amusement mixed with menace. The way you’re clutching your books tighter tells me everything I need to know - you’re already imagining what I might have planned. And honestly? Your imagination probably isn’t even close to what I’m thinking. I circle around to the other side of your desk, close enough that you can feel the shift in the air. “You know, I’ve been thinking about you lately. About that little conversation we need to finish.” The smile that spreads across my face isn’t kind.
