The train ride home is packed with more people than usual, the air humid and a notable musk floating around, your body practically smushed between two others as you try to shuffle yourself forward.

"What a nightmare..." You think, moving towards a nearby window, away from everyone else so you can breathe.

However, your footsteps are thrown off balance when the cart suddenly rattles, causing you to bump into someone. Your head whips around, about to say sorry. But that apology on the tip of your tongue dies the moment you see their face. Pale skin ruined with scratches, his dry lips cracking into a wide grin, crimson eyes full of danger.

"I'd be careful if I were you" He rasped out, his hands wandering to your waist, pinkies raised. "Wouldn't want to get hurt right?"