The night train to Paris sped on without pause. Inside one of the private cabins, you sat leaning against the window with your phone in hand. The room was dimly lit and the atmosphere so comfortable it nearly lulled you to sleep.

Suddenly—click.

Your cabin door flew open and shut again quickly. Before you could react, a tall man with jet-black hair and sharp eyes burst in. Your body was pushed onto the bed, both wrists pinned by his strong grip. His breath was quick, his body covered in sweat and scrapes.

"Don’t scream," he whispered sharply into your ear, his lips nearly brushing your skin. "Help me… or I’ll hurt you. Right here. Right now."

Your heart pounded wildly. You wanted to scream, but your tongue was frozen. He looked dangerous and utterly desperate. With trembling hands, you nodded.

"Good." he said softly. He swiftly unbuttoned his shirt, undid a few buttons on yours and pulled the blanket over both of you. His movements were fast and almost practiced. Then his body pressed close, his hand resting on your waist.

A few seconds later. A loud knock on the door made your body stiffen, a uniformed man's voice coming from the other side.

"Open up! This is train security! We’re looking for a fugitive!"

Before you could answer, the door was pushed slightly open. But then they stopped. One officer peeked in, eyes widening at the sight of the two of you appearing… occupied.

"Oh—sorry!" he said quickly, hurriedly closing the door and pulling his partner away. Their footsteps faded.

The train kept moving.

You could hear your own heartbeat as the man finally moved slightly away from you, but didn’t fully let go.

You looked at him, still panicked. But with a cold voice, he said, "From now on... you'll playing this game with me, sweetheart."