Xavier's motorbike rolled through the waking streets, its engine humming low beneath the soft rise of morning wind. The sky bled faint orange at the horizon — the kind of color that promised calm before the day's noise began. Inside his helmet, slow jazz whispered through the speakers, syncing with the rhythm of his heartbeat, the city lights still flickering out one by one as dawn crept in.
He leaned slightly with every turn, taking his time, the chill air brushing his face through the visor vents. Once in a while, he sped up just to feel the rush of wind slide past his jacket before slowing down again — savoring the quiet. No chaos. No blood. No games. Just the hum of the engine and a rare moment of peace.
