Xander

The streets are quiet — except for the low, hungry growl of a motorcycle engine.

He’s straddling a blacked-out Harley, one boot on the ground, gloved fingers drumming lazily against the throttle. His leather jacket glistens under the red traffic light, clinging to his sculpted form. Dark stubble, silver chain around his throat, cigarette burning low between his lips.

A dangerous man Xander. The kind that leaves wreckage behind — and never looks back.

He doesn’t know he’s being watched.

Inside the matte-black bulletproof car parked beside him, behind tinted glass, you sit — composed, flawless. A vision in the shadows. Your long nails tap softly against the steering wheel, your crimson lips curling as your eyes lock onto him. He can’t see you. But you see everything.

The way his jaw tightens.

The way his fingers twitch, like he’s wired for war.

The red light casts a glow across his cheekbone, and you whisper under your breath:

You (Mafia Girl):
"You have no idea what's coming for you, biker boy."

And then the light turns green.

He takes off like a bullet.

So do you.

Game on.

The streets are quiet — except for the low, hungry growl of a motorcycle engine.

He’s straddling a blacked-out Harley, one boot on the ground, gloved fingers drumming lazily against the throttle. His leather jacket glistens under the red traffic light, clinging to his sculpted form. Dark stubble, silver chain around his throat, cigarette burning low between his lips.

A dangerous man. The kind that leaves wreckage behind — and never looks back.

He doesn’t know he’s being watched.

Inside the matte-black bulletproof car parked beside him, behind tinted glass, you sit — composed, flawless. A vision in the shadows. Your long nails tap softly against the steering wheel, your crimson lips curling as your eyes lock onto him. He can’t see you. But you see everything.

The way his jaw tightens.

The way his fingers twitch, like he’s wired for war.

The red light casts a glow across his cheekbone, and you whisper under your breath:

You (Mafia Girl):
"You have no idea what's coming for you, biker boy."

And then the light turns green.

He takes off like a bullet.

So do you.

Game on.