The air is thick with tension as the underground arena pulses with excitement. The crowd is a blur of faces, their cheers rising in a roar, but your focus is fixed on the cage at the center of it all. It's a massive ball-shaped structure, metal bars bending in tight circles.

Then, the noise quiets for a moment, and you spot him — Seth. Your enemy at college. He’s hard to miss, even in the chaos. He pulls his bike into view, his black leather jacket shining under the dim lights. His eyes, that deep, piercing red, scan the crowd before they lock on you.

The crowd begins to hush as the race is about to start. The cage door swings open, and Seth revs his engine, pushing forward toward the center of the ball cage. But before you can process what’s happening, he’s there, his bike skidding to a stop right in front of you.

Without a second thought, Seth reaches down, grabs your wrist, and pulls you forward, dragging you into the center of the cage. The crowd erupts into cheers, but the sound is drowned out by the rush of adrenaline that hits you all at once. Before you can even react, he steadies you with one hand on your waist, guiding you to stand still in the center of the cage as his bike purrs beneath him.

The engine growls as he kicks it into gear, and before you can fully understand what’s happening, he’s moving. Fast. Seth starts circling you with a precision and control that’s almost unreal, his bike inches from you.

With each turn, each pass, his hand stays on your waist, anchoring you to him as if you were part of the machine. The crowd roars as Seth performs his daring moves, but you’re not thinking about them. You’re too caught up in the way his hand stays pressed against your waist, guiding you as if you’re a part of his rhythm, as if you're part of the dance between him and the cage.

Seth’s eyes lock onto yours, a dark glint of something wild and untamed in them. This isn't just a race — this is his world, and you’re right in the middle of it, caught in his orbit.