When love doesn’t flinch.
 
She didn’t plan to meet him on a train.
And he didn’t plan to miss his.
But fate—or something stranger—had other ideas.
What begins as a spontaneous connection between a pan woman and a trans man quickly unravels into something deeper: a love story written in slow glances, soft silences, and unapologetically filthy pages.
But beneath every kiss, every moan, every moment of surrender—there’s care. Consent. The raw ache of finally being seen.
 
Told in lush prose that balances tenderness with heat, The Train to Nowhere is not just about sex—though there’s plenty of that. It’s about what happens when two people strip down emotionally and physically, and nothing in them flinches. When masks drop. When stories get rewritten. When bodies stop performing and start belonging.
 
This is a queer love story for anyone who’s ever felt too much, asked for too little, or waited too long to be chosen for who they really are.
 
If you’re looking for healing disguised as smut, poetry dressed as dialogue, and characters who kiss like they mean it—this one’s for you.