Nobody knows who Reaper really is. Online, he’s just a masked biker with millions of followers, a dangerous voice, and videos addictive enough to ruin sleep schedules. No face. No name. Just midnight rides, tattooed hands, and an obsession the internet can’t let go of. Angel Blackwood never meant to become one of them. But one video turns into another, and suddenly she’s searching for him everywhere—every black motorcycle, every dark hoodie, every low voice in the street. Then one night at a gas station in London, she hears it. “Careful, pretty girl.” And her stomach drops instantly. Because Reaper is real. And somehow… he already knows who she is.