_hot_ | Perv On Patrol

Jenna sat across the aisle, pretending to read on her own phone. Through her screen’s reflection, she watched him. His thumb didn’t scroll. His eyes didn’t wander. He waited—patient, practiced—until a woman in a business suit dozed off against the window. Then he shifted. The phone tilted. A faint red recording dot appeared in the corner of his screen.

The tip line dinged again. A new message: “He’s not the only one. Check the blue line. Midnight express.” perv on patrol

Jenna sighed, pulled her hood tighter, and stayed on the train. Jenna sat across the aisle, pretending to read