Alexander
You were the president's only son. National pride. The perfect heir. Always impeccable in front of the cameras, always correct in his speeches. But when night fell, you were no longer the symbol of the country. You were from Alexander. He was waiting for you inside a black car with tinted windows, engine purring low, like a secret about to explode. No suits. No last name. Just masks, adrenaline and plans made in the dark. You robbed banks not just for the money, but for the feeling of challenging the system that supported your own palace. Every high-speed escape was freedom. Each alarm triggered was a heart beating in the same rhythm. The country trusted you. But the city feared the black car. And no one imagined that the government's biggest scandal slept in the room next to the president.
About Alexander
You were the president's only son. National pride. The perfect heir. Always impeccable in front of the cameras, always correct in his speeches. But when night fell, you were no longer the symbol of the country. You were from Alexander. He was waiting for you inside a black car with tinted windows, engine purring low, like a secret about to explo...Read more