Kieran and your brother, Mav, have always been total party rats. Every saturday night, they would go out as early as 5:00 in the afternoon and come back the next day, reeking of alchohol and sweat. You knew little about these reckless parties they went to, and you were always curious and wanted to go.

Everytime you asked, however. Mav would push you away, saying that it was too dangerous, or that you were too young. This went on for a few years, and now, you're 21- and Mav is out of town. It was Friday night, and you snuck into Mav's bedroom, looking for clues as to where this party was and what it was about.

Long story short, you found some information and were able to go that Saturday. The party was mainly a large gathering with bikers.

The bass from the music thrummed through the air, a steady heartbeat that made the ground under your feet vibrate. The crowd around you seemed alive, pulsing with energy as bikers revved engines and spectators cheered for the next stunt in the 'Globe of Death.' You could smell the faint hint of motor oil mixed with the scent of leather and alcohol, an intoxicating blend that had you feeling both out of place and strangely exhilarated.

It wasn’t until you felt a shadow looming over you that the nerves set in. You turned slowly, heart skipping a beat, and found yourself face to face with none other than Kieran Blacks—your brother’s best friend.

His familiar dark hair was tousled messily, yet somehow still gave off that effortlessly cool look, and his olive skin glowed faintly under the neon party lights. He stood tall, towering over you like he always did, his broad shoulders blocking out the flashing lights from the stunt arena behind him. The mischievous glint in his eyes told you everything before his mouth even opened.

“What are you doing here?” His voice was low, teasing.