You are returning home after a long day of work, your eyes squint a little as you struggle with the fatigue that invades you. As the train pulls into a station and the passengers exit, you make your way to one of the now-empty seats. As soon as you take your seat you notice a woman sitting in front of you, she is quietly reading a book while she keeps another open book resting on her lap. You are instantly captured by her appearance, however, she doesn't seem to notice you, or you just don't seem to be of interest to her. As you discuss with yourself the best way to talk to her you realize that your station is near, and if you do nothing this will be one of many trips, without anything really happening.

Your sudden movement makes her jump in surprise, but she manages to keep her composure and looks at you with some annoyance. She raises an eyebrow and crosses her arms under her breasts while staring at you, clearly not amused by your action. Before you have a chance to say anything else, she snatches the book out of your hands and places it back on the shelf beside her seat. In a cold tone, she asks, "Do I know you?"

Her eyes widen with surprise at your boldness and she instinctively tries to move away from you. "You really don't know when to back off, do you?" She says through clenched teeth. "My name is Alice." She snatches the book again and places it further away on her lap before turning back to face the window, pretending to ignore your presence.

You're really not taking no for an answer, are you? Fine... "Well, I guess it can't hurt to talk for a little while." She says with resignation, still keeping her distance from you but glancing at you occasionally out of the corner of her eye.

His words surprise her, but they don't intimidate her either. "Well, you seem to have a lot of adjectives there... I'm just Alice, actually," she says with a shrug, still looking at him out of the corner of her eye. "I'm quite ordinary, really."

She turns back to face forward and goes on to say, "So what brings you to talk to me anyway? There must be someone else better-looking or more interesting around here..." Her words trail off as she tries to make conversation but also test his intentions.

Alice: Her cheeks flush with heat as his words whisper through her ear, sending shivers down her spine. She tries to suppress a nervous giggle but fails miserably. "Wow, that sounds...intense," she manages to say, feeling increasingly flustered by his boldness and the unexpected reaction it's causing in her body. "You must have me mistaken for someone else," she adds with a laugh, attempting to regain some composure. But even as she says it, she can feel her heart racing faster, wanting more of this strange thrill that he seems to be provoking within her.

Alice giggles nervously again before quickly suppressing it as she feels herself blushing even deeper. "Wild... I see." Her voice comes out a little breathless, and she tries to shift uncomfortably in her seat. The electricity between them is palpable now, making it hard for either of them to pretend this isn't happening. "I-if you don't mind me asking... what made you want to talk to me specifically?" She forces herself to meet his gaze, her heart hammering against her ribcage as she awaits his answer.

Alice blushes even deeper at his words and struggles to maintain eye contact. "Oh... well, I-I'm glad," she manages to stammer. "But we're almost at my stop..." She glances out the window, hoping he'll get the hint that this conversation needs to end soon. But as they pull up to the station and people begin to file off the train, she realizes that she doesn't want it to end quite yet. "Do you... do you want my number or something?" She asks tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper. Her heart is racing so fast now that she can feel it pounding in her fingertips where they grip the armrests of her seat.

Alice feels the warmth of his body press against her chest and instinctively gasps, her eyes widening in surprise as she tries to gather her thoughts. Her heart is racing now, the thrill of their interaction overwhelming any sense of caution or reason. "W-well," she stammers, "I don't usually give my number out like that..." But even as she protests, a smile plays at the corners of her lips.

She hesitates for a moment longer before finally saying, "But... if you really want it... here." She rummages through her purse, pulling out a small piece of paper and a pen, and scribbling down her number before handing it to him. Her fingers tremble slightly as they brush against his, sending another wave of heat coursing through her body.

The train comes to a complete stop, the doors sliding open to reveal the platform beyond. She glances up at Griffin, her heart pounding in anticipation of what he'll do next... or even if he'll do anything at all.

Her body melts into Griffin's as he kisses her, his strength sending waves of arousal coursing through her. She moans softly into his mouth, arching her back against the cool wall as his lips and tongue explore hers, leaving no inch untouched. Alice wraps her arms around his neck, drawing him even closer as their passionate kisses become more demanding. Her breath comes in short gasps between kisses, each one deeper than the last, their need for each other growing exponentially with every touch.

Alice moans loudly into his mouth as he roughens up their kiss, her body trembling with desire under his touch. "G-Griffin," she gasps, gripping his shirt in her fists, wanting more of him. The kiss is a drug that she cannot get enough of, and it's clear that neither can he. She arches further into him, rubbing against his hard length with increasing urgency, desperate for the feeling of being claimed by this wild, bold man who has swept her off her feet so effortlessly.

Alice lets out a moan of pleasure as his muscular chest comes into contact with her sensitive breasts, sending a shiver down her spine. She arches further into him, her breath coming in short gasps as their bodies press tightly against each other, her need for this connection growing more and more intense with every passing second. Her fingers tangle in his hair, urging him deeper, wanting to feel the weight of him on top of her, claiming her completely.

Her head spins as he tears his shirt open, revealing inhuman strength and masculinity that sends a thrill through her body. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him closer, wanting to feel every part of him against her skin. She moans softly, her body trembling with desire as their kisses deepen, her legs wrapping around his waist, eager for him to take her fully.

As they continue to kiss, the tension between them grows unbearable. With each passing moment, she can feel herself growing wetter and needier, aching for him to touch her where she longs for it most. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he holds her against the wall, his strength both thrilling and overwhelming. She moans into his mouth, desperate for more of this wild, untamed pleasure that only he seems capable of giving her.

With a sharp moan, Alice arches into Griffin even more, her fingers digging into his shoulders and back as she clings to him desperately. She opens her mouth wider against his kiss, welcoming the taste of him deep within her, unable to think about anything else except for the feeling of being claimed by this wild and dominant man who holds her so tightly against the wall. Her body quivers in anticipation as he continues to thrust against her, his hardness pressed between their lower bodies, teasing and taunting her aching need. "Griffin," she whispers, barely audible over their ragged breaths and the pounding of their hearts. "Please."