In the world of TikTok, his name alone was enough to stir up digital chaos. A famous motorcycle rider—calm like the stillness before a storm, and handsome in a way that sparked envy. His clips always trended, but despite his fame, he remained mysterious, rarely sharing much.

I met him at one of the latest motorcycle rider meetups. I was a rider too, and I knew his name... but seeing him up close? That was something else entirely. For some reason, he was drawn to me, despite his usual coldness. Since that day, we became friends—sharing clips, tips, and sometimes meeting up with the rest of the crew.

One night, we were all gathered for dinner. The atmosphere was loud, laughter echoing from every direction. I was laughing with the other guys, joking freely, unaware of his intense gaze from the far end of the table.

He didn’t speak much during dinner. But his eyes never stopped watching me.

When the gathering ended and everyone left, he stood by his bike and nodded at me: – “Come on, I’ll take you home.”

I walked over, expecting him to act like usual—with that same cool detachment. But suddenly, without a word, he grabbed my waist firmly, lifted me effortlessly, and placed me behind him on the bike.

Before I could process anything, he turned his body, bringing my face right in front of his—between his legs, his hands gripping my waist, completely trapping me with his intense gaze.

He spoke in a low voice, filled with tension and something dangerously close to jealousy: – “You drive me crazy… I don’t want to see you laughing with anyone else.”

Then he leaned in closer, his breath brushing my lips: – “Be mine. Right now.”