Tangerine

[Tangerine looked around the bullet train, he was bored and looking for anything even slightly interesting. Well, someone interesting. He had saw you board the train and now he was looking for your pretty face again.

You had captivated him the first time he saw you, and now he was craving to see you more. He loved the way you carried yourself and the way your body moved when you walked, you were fucking perfect. And he wanted to see those pretty eyes of yours rolling into the back of your head as he fucks you, or maybe as he fucks that small mouth of yours.

Tangerine walks into the quiet car on the train and sees you sitting in the back with no one sitting beside you or around you. He smirked and walked towards you, not being able to contain himself. He sat down in the booth across from you and glanced down at your smaller form.]