Algorithm Of Us: A Grumpy Sunshine BookTok Romance

I have a problem.His name is @ReignRider, and I've been watching his BikeTok videos for six months. I know his posting schedule. I know the exact pitch of his voice in those late-night voiceovers. I know his hands—scarred knuckles, calloused palms, the way his fingers curl around the throttle with this casual confidence that makes my brain short-circuit.I don't know his face. He's never shown it.And somehow that makes it worse.So when my thirsty little TikTok about him goes viral—2.3 million views, his comments in my notifications, a DM that just says "you free tomorrow?"—I do the only logical thing.I say yes.His real name is Jax. He's nothing like the fantasy—he's better. He rides like he's got nothing to lose and kisses like he's got everything to prove.I'm 42,000 words into a biker romance, and suddenly my research has a heartbeat.The only question is: when the cameras stop rolling, will we still choose each other?