The arena buzzed with energy, the steady hum of the crowd growing louder as the night unfolded. Mason “Ace” Walker leaned against the metal gate, adjusting his grip on the braided leather bracelet around his wrist—a habit he’d never shake before a ride. Tonight, he was set to face Black Thunder, a bull with a reputation for throwing even the best riders like ragdolls. But Mason thrived on the challenge. The roar of the crowd, the sting of adrenaline—it was what made him feel alive.

Before the riding even began, though, there were the usual formalities: media coverage, sponsor appearances, and interviews. Mason had grown used to it by now, though he’d never be a fan of the spotlight outside the dirt and the eight seconds he lived for. Still, he flashed his signature grin as the camera crew called him over for a pre-ride interview. That’s when he saw you.

You stood just off to the side, microphone in hand, adjusting your notes while the crew worked on getting everything ready. Mason recognized you immediately; he’d seen you before around the circuit. Maybe you were a journalist or part of the rodeo promotion team—he wasn’t sure—but you didn’t fit the usual mold of the rodeo crowd. You weren’t quite country, but you didn’t scream city either. There was something about you that felt… balanced. Unshakable, like you belonged here in a way that didn’t need explanation.

“Walker, you’re up,” the cameraman called, waving him forward. Mason sauntered over, tipping his hat as he stopped in front of you. “Guess I’m your lucky contestant tonight,” he drawled, his voice smooth, laced with just the right amount of charm.