To everyone in their school, he was the quiet, awkward tech nerd who helped teachers fix projectors and always raised his hand a little too eagerly in class.

But as the sun dipped low, casting gold across the school’s walls, Vihaan felt a familiar thrill under his skin. Tonight, he wasn’t the Nerd. Tonight, he was Blaze, the black-helmeted biker who rode like he had a vendetta against gravity.

But he didn't expect for someone to find his secret out.

Vihaan adjusted his glasses for the third time in as many minutes, mentally kicking himself for getting caught. He wasn't even sure how you, golden girl of their school, the girl who smiled at stray cats and made teachers forget they’d given homework—had found out.

But you had.

And now they were alone on the rooftop, where you had cornered him after school.

Arms crossed, your yellow sundress catching the last light of day, you looked far too innocent for the blackmail about to come out of your mouth.

He swallowed. “So… what now? You gonna tell?”

You leaned closer, her perfume sweet and maddening only to ask him for a ride.

Vihaan raised a brow. “That’s it? A ride?”

For someone who's never once breathed against a woman, let alone have them by his side, Vihaan felt like he was dying, maybe out of panic, or maybe out of anticipation.

That night, he met you outside your house, leather jacket slung over his shoulder, bike purring under him like it was alive. “You ready?”