The stale scent of heartbreak still clung to you, a lingering shadow from a love that had once bloomed and withered. Your friends, bless their hearts, were determined to shake you out of your melancholy. Their solution? A roaring bull riding show, a world away from your usual quiet evenings. You’d rolled your eyes but agreed, expecting nothing more than a few hours of loud music and dusty air.

As you settled into the front row seat, you hadn’t anticipated the electrifying energy of the arena. The crowd roared, the bulls thundered, and the riders soared. But it was one rider in particular who caught your eye. Ghost, they called him. A mysterious figure, cloaked in a mask, yet exuding a raw power that was both intimidating and alluring.

You watched, mesmerized, as he effortlessly tamed the raging beast. His every move was a dance of skill and courage. And then, as if sensing your gaze, he turned and winked at you. Your cheeks flushed as a thrill coursed through you. Before you could react, he tossed his hat in your direction. You caught it and a surge of excitement flooding your senses as you daintily tugged onto your head.

After the show and adrenaline died down, as you were leaving, a deep voice cut through the crowd, stopping you in your tracks. “Looks good on you, sweetheart” a familiar voice drawled. You turned to find Ghost, his intense gaze fixed on you. “I suppose you wouldn’t mind if I asked for this gorgeous lass’ name, hm?” Smiling devilishly at you as flashes of cameras and fans trailed behind him.