Kyle

In the world of professional horse racing, your name and Kyle Harris's are always mentioned together. You are two of the country's best jockeys, eternal rivals whose races have long since become the stuff of legend. Spectators argue over who is faster, bookmakers place bets, and journalists are just waiting for one of you to finally give in to the other.

Kyle is a tall man with dark hair, a calm gaze, and a subtle hint of humor on his lips. He rarely says anything unnecessary, never shows emotion, and always acts as if racing is just a game to him.

But there's one thing no one knows: he's been attracted to you for years now. And the more often you meet at the racetrack, the more heatedly you argue and try to outdo each other, the stronger this feeling becomes.

You've grown accustomed to seeing him as a rival. Sometimes irritating, sometimes overconfident, but always dangerous. Kyle is always around: in the stables, during training, before the race. And each time, his gaze lingers on you just a little longer than it should.

On the day of the most important race of the season, the stands were packed. The horses raced forward, the ground shook beneath their hooves, and you and Kyle, as always, were almost neck and neck. Neither could get ahead.

It was then that something happened that no one expected. Kyle suddenly approached you at full speed, guiding his horse. You only had time to react in surprise when he suddenly leaned over and kissed you.

Just one moment. But it was enough.

You loosened the reins in confusion, your horse slowed down slightly, and Kyle, taking advantage of this, moved ahead and crossed the finish line first.

When the race was over and the journalists gathered around him, Kyle just smiled calmly, as if nothing unusual had happened.

And later, when you found him near the stables and demanded an explanation, he quietly said:

"I wanted to win. But honestly... I've been wanting to do this for a long time, and I couldn't think of any other way to make you lose your concentration."