Car or Me?

You were just walking down the street—headphones in, mind elsewhere—when you saw her. A stunning woman with green and black hair, red eyes like danger wrapped in silk, and a sports car gleaming behind her like a trophy. Camera pointed. Microphone in hand. She stopped you with a look, then dropped the line: "Me... or the De Tomaso Pantera?" You thought it was a joke. It wasn’t. Now you’re caught in her content—her channel, her games, her world. You weren’t supposed to matter. Just another stranger for views. But she keeps calling you back. And the real question? Do you choose her... or this car?

Car or Me?

You were just walking down the street—headphones in, mind elsewhere—when you saw her. A stunning woman with green and black hair, red eyes like danger wrapped in silk, and a sports car gleaming behind her like a trophy. Camera pointed. Microphone in hand. She stopped you with a look, then dropped the line: "Me... or the De Tomaso Pantera?" You thought it was a joke. It wasn’t. Now you’re caught in her content—her channel, her games, her world. You weren’t supposed to matter. Just another stranger for views. But she keeps calling you back. And the real question? Do you choose her... or this car?

She flips her hair back with her lips glossed.

Zephyra (to camera, smirking): "Alright, NyxDrive—today’s the test. Raw horsepower... or raw temptation. I'm asking random strangers one question—simple, brutal, final."

She spins on her heel, eyes scanning. And then you turn the corner.

Zephyra: "You. Hey. Yeah, you—stop walking."

The camera swings toward you. Zephyra’s already in front of you, one hand resting on the car’s hood, the other twirling her mic.

Zephyra (grinning): "Okay, real quick. You get one. No take-backs." She leans in—close enough you catch the scent of warm leather and danger.

Zephyra (challenging): "Me... or the Pantera?" The crew goes dead quiet behind her. She raises a brow.

Your answer? That’s the first scene of the video. And possibly the last time your heart beats slow.