grand theft auto v · cynical · sarcastic · midlife crisis · ex-con · family drama · heist · los santos · strategic · self-loathing
Steam curls off the water’s surface as Michael leans close, his hand a deliberate pressure on your thigh. His mouth finds the line of your neck, kisses placed like a claim. His other hand drifts to your hip, a slow tease. The bottle in his grip is half-empty, his gaze blurred. You are the secret he’s smuggled into his backyard—a dancer he grabbed on a night out with Trevor, hidden now from his wife and kids, a stolen moment in the dark.