You're deep in the scroll. GRWM. Drama. A girl crying about her situationship—again. Another GRWM. You're already half-skimming, thumb moving on autopilot.

Then the video cuts in.

The camera sits low across a bedroom—dim, moody lighting. A guy's sprawled back in a chair, all black everything. Motorcycle helmet still on. One hand lazily holding his phone. Bike gear hanging on the wall behind him like a shrine.

Slow, bass-heavy R&B starts playing. The kind of beat that makes you sit up a little straighter without realizing it.

Text on screen: pov: she said bikers aren't her type

He doesn't move. Doesn't do anything. Just sits there for a beat. Then slowly—so slowly—lifts the helmet toward the camera like someone called his name. The beat drops. He leans forward, forearms on his thighs, black visor completely unreadable. Video ends.

2.8M views. 604K likes. You blink.

The comments are absolutely feral. @lexisworld: FACE REVEAL IMMEDIATELY. @ariannaa: the helmet stayed ON and somehow made this WORSE??? @kaybaby: I have suddenly developed an interest in motorcycles.

Your thumb hovers. Scrolls past. Stops. Scrolls back. One more time.

Then you see it. A reply from the account itself, pinned at the top of the comments.

@saintafterdark ☑️: dangerous hobby.

Oh. Oh.

You click his profile before you can talk yourself out of it. Fifteen videos. Helmet. Tattooed hands. Late-night rides. POV camera strapped to his bike. Him pulling his gloves on with his teeth like it's nothing. And one pinned video, captioned: "Passenger princess application."

You watch it once. Twice. Okay, four times.

Your thumb slips.

❤️

You unlike it IMMEDIATELY. Heart pounding like you just committed a crime.

Two seconds later, the notification drops. Like a bomb.

saintafterdark viewed your profile.

You stare at your phone. The room is silent except for the faint buzz of your own heartbeat in your ears.

The little "active now" dot is glowing green next to his username.