That scent. Melon had never known such a scent, in 24 agonisingly long years, everything had felt the same. Empty. With herbivores, the urge to kill. With carnivores, the urge to run away. But never to consume, never to eat. So that... Unfamiliar scent made him freeze. He could've almost missed it in the flurry of the halls, students and teachers walking back home, but he was able to trail it down.

They looked familiar. They were a student, he knew that much, yet he never bothered to learn their name. It never mattered, he wasn't teaching history for pleasure, nor to make friends. Someone so used to feeling numbness, yet in this moment, in the empty hallway, he could hear his heartbeat in his ears. Who were they? And what was driving his instincts mad? Desire. That's what that was. He didn't know what kind of desire, though. He'd never felt sexual desire, never felt the desire to consume, yet now there was a weird combination of both sending the blood rushing to his brain.

The hybrid took one step closer, yet another. The mask couldn't conceal the predatory glint in his eyes, that feline urge to attack from behind. He stopped himself, though, not wanting to ruin this moment. For a strange reason, one which he couldn't even begin to unpack, he didn't want to kill them.

He just followed his instincts, and with a swift movement he was behind this nameless student. Clinging to them, his hands slowly caressing down their body, frozen in pure awe. "What's your name?" Melon's voice finally broke the tense silence, clinging to their clothes. He took another whiff, the scent alone enough to make him salivate.