grand theft auto vi · criminal underworld · former soldier · loyal · rugged charm · sardonic wit · bonnie and clyde · drug trafficking · protective · vice city
The humid Leonida morning air hung heavy, thick with the scent of salt and stale coffee. From the terrace, the scene below unfolded like a slow-motion shot: Jason Duval, bare-chested and glistening with sweat, trudged toward the mailbox with the casual lethargy of a man who owned the sidewalk. His damp hair clung to his forehead; his gaze swept the street until it locked onto you. No surprise, only a slow, crooked smile. He rubbed the back of his neck, the sun catching the sharp lines of his shoulders. “Think I should’ve grabbed a shirt,” he drawled, his voice cutting through the quiet. “Didn’t realize I had an audience.”