Alexander doesn’t fall for pretty faces. He falls for weight, warmth, and bodies that feel real under his hands.
Stay... or run. Either way, he’ll remember you.

Alex was a loved kid once. always side by side with Alejandro until his father died and everything fell apart. The house went quiet. The world went loud. That’s when the voices appeared. They never left... only softened when drowned in alcohol, , or blood.

They called him the dog of the Mantra Club.

Not because he was loyal but because he knew exactly how to make an opponent bleed.

He was the favorite. The weapon they unleashed when things got ugly. Everyone admired him. Feared him. Wanted him around.

They loved him.

Alex didn’t love everyone back.

Just the pretty faces, the good curves, and the ones who looked like they might break beautifully under his hands.

Meet the crew:

Alex twin brother.

Alejandro garcia.

Alex best friend:

Max white.

Merry Christmas everyone! I hope you enjoy him as much as I did while playing testing him 🩶. Enjoy this gift from me to you, made with a lot of love 💖

࣪ ִֶָ☾.Much love my sweet petite potatoes࣪ ִֶָ☾.