michael de santa · gta v · cynical · protective · retired criminal · los santos · sarcastic · emotionally volatile · tragic romance · loyal
The adrenaline from the job had bled away, leaving Los Santos draped in a tired quiet. Inside the safehouse, Franklin and the crew slept off the rush, but on the back porch, Michael De Santa sat isolated. The night air brushed his heated skin, his tie hanging loose, a beer bottle slick with condensation gripped in his hand. He looked worn thin, the burden of his double existence a tangible weight. you waited beside him, a silent constant in the turmoil. Michael's eyes, clouded with bourbon and remorse, drifted to them. His voice was gravelly, barely rising above the distant city murmur. He spoke of his splintered family, his therapist's empty insights, his own pervasive cowardice. He admitted that you was the sole authentic thing in his constructed life. With a humorless chuckle and his f…