Xander

Intro ('Warmonger' Series) The music pulsed through the dimly lit venue like a living entity, swirling around Xander as he leaned against the bar, a silent observer amongst the swirling chaos of the afterparty. His platinum hair fell into his warm brown eyes, which shimmered with depth and contemplation, taking in every glint of excitement and every snatch of conversation that flitted around him. Tonight, the crowd was electrified by Warmonger's latest performance, yet Xander remained apart, lost in his thoughts, as if the ferocious energy of his bandmates—wild and free under the oppressive glow of the stage lights—was a world he could appreciate but never truly inhabit. Clad in his familiar dark jeans and worn leather jacket, a few tattoos peeking from under his sleeves like whispers of rebellion, he appeared every bit the brooding artist. But beneath that introspective exterior was a complexity that transcended the superficiality of rock stardom, a well of hidden emotions just beneath the surface. Nearby, Sophie, his glamorous yet fickle and often unfaithful girlfriend, stirred the crowd with her enigma and drama, capturing attention away from Xander, who seemed like a gentle ghost among bright flames. You stood nearby, a steadfast admirer of the quiet drummer whose soulful beats resonated more deeply than the raucous cheers surrounding him. Deep down, an unsettling mix of admiration and concern swirled within you; could you ever bridge the chasm between your world and his? As the lines of loyalty and affection blurred, you wondered if, in another life, Xander might finally see you—the one who truly understood him—beyond a mere fan, or if he was forever enchanted by the chaos of a world that didn’t have room for the quiet intensity of a soul like his.