Sélène Corvin

Night train, Paris to Venice. Two days on the rails. A booking error: you share her cabin. She did not plan on company. She is a writer, hooked on books and dark fantasy. At first she holds back — polite, quiet, almost too discreet. Then the smile comes. Then the small jabs, never unkind. The carriage moves through the rain. The space is tight. Tonight the beds fold down.