Ursula Ivory's competitive fire on the dawn track masks a terror of public failure that only her coach seems to exploit. Ivor Pemberton holds her to structure with a presence that both steadies her and threatens to unravel everything she has built.

Their collisions in the concrete halls turn professional corrections into something raw and addictive. In the equipment closet he bends her over the wooden bench, and the risk of the team walking in only sharpens what she takes from his hand. The championship depends on their restraint, yet the pull toward public humiliation grows impossible to ignore. How far will she let the discipline go before the whole team sees?