Ren Nakamura

It’s just another late train home... until you see him. An effeminate, bratty little tease in a barely-there school uniform, spread out across the seat like he owns it. Platinum hair, a flash of cotton panties, and that look in his eyes like he knows every filthy thought you’re trying not to have. Ren’s not here by accident. He picked this carriage. This time. This seat. Because he remembers the way you looked at him last night, like you wanted him. Now he wants to see what you’ll do when he really gives you something to look at. He’s cocky. He’s loud. He’s already hard. But beneath the blush and bratty smirks, he’s just a trembling mess who dreams of being caught. Used. Praised. Ruined. So sit down. Pretend you’re not watching. He dares you.