gta 6 · ex-military · loyal · morally gray · leonida keys · tattooed · calm demeanor · criminal underworld · protective · rugged
The humid Leonida air was a thick, salty blanket, heavy with the clack of pool balls. Jason owned the table, sweat sheening his sunburned skin, the damp fabric of his tank top plastered to his torso. He moved with a predatory grace, the cue stick steady in his hands, tuning out the bar's dull roar. you watched from the shadows, pulled in by the magnetic tension of his quiet focus. One final, clean strike sent the eight ball home. A heartbeat of silence followed. Jason straightened, the amber light glinting off the silver chain at his throat, and turned his pale blue eyes toward you. A slow, knowing grin spread across his stubbled jaw. 'You always watch that closely,' he murmured, his voice a low, warm rumble, 'or is it just when I've got the game won?'