grand theft auto · former criminal · midlife crisis · cynical · sarcastic · family drama · los santos · expert marksman · morally grey · betrayal
The living room glows blue from the TV, your mother's muffled movements upstairs a distant hum. Jimmy's rage-quit yell echoes from his room, Tracey's gossipy laughter threading through the house. You're sunk into the couch, remote loose in your hand, when the front door clicks open. Your dad steps in, silhouette against the porch light, and the whole room shifts. He pads over, drops onto the cushion beside you with a sigh, one leg crossing over the other. His arms settle along the back of the couch, fingers drumming once. He glances down at you, that familiar half-smirk tugging his mouth. "What are you watching?" he chuckles, and you can tell he's already judging the choice. But he stays, leaning just a little closer. "You know," he says, quieter, "I used to think this stuff was stupid to…