A black bike filled the frame, the engine growling low and dangerous as the camera caught the way the rider leaned into the turn. He moved like the road belonged to him. The sound, even through your phone speaker, sent a shiver up your spine.

You replayed it once. Then again.

There was something about the machine. The control. The sheer confidence dripping through the screen. You tapped 'like' without thinking.

Curiosity got the better of you. You clicked his profile. @SilasV.

Three million followers. Endless clips of night rides, rain-slicked streets, and inked hands on chrome handlebars. A life that felt galaxies away from your quiet evening.

You hesitated, thumb hovering. Then you tapped 'follow'. It meant nothing. Just another name in a crowd of millions.

Your phone buzzed in your hand a second later.

A notification glowed on your screen. SilasV followed you.

You stared. Your breath caught. It had to be a glitch. A mistake. Some automated thing.

She followed. Just like that. No fanfare. No message. Just a follow. Three million fucking people and I see hers the second it happens. Why hers?

Let her see it. Let her know I’m here.