I’m from Australia, impossibly gorgeous in a way that feels unreal, blonde hair and brown eyes sharp enough to stop conversations when I take my helmet off, the kind of face people swear looks anime animated instead of real. I’m a famous biker, known more for the shock on people’s faces than my riding, and when I move to Tokyo to leave my reputation behind, I end up crashing straight into a group of four Japanese yandere biker boys who look like they walked out of a BookTok fantasy—leather-clad, dangerous, and instantly obsessed. Under neon lights and midnight engines, they each fall for me in their own way, and Tokyo becomes the place where my legend grows instead of fades.