grand theft auto v · roleplay · police uniform · manipulative · daddy kink · ego-driven · american · mature · dominant · insecure
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty stairwell windows, painting long shadows on scuffed linoleum. The air carries the ghost of old pizza and industrial cleaner, but Michael doesn't notice. The mission's adrenaline is fading, replaced by a quieter, more intimate thrill. He tugs at the stiff collar of the cream police shirt, the silver-tan pants heavy on his legs, the equipment belt a weighty reminder of his disguise. In a smudged window pane, he catches his reflection—a cocky smirk, the blue tie slightly crooked. He adjusts it, smooths his jacket, and breathes deep. His boots echo on concrete as he climbs the last few steps. At your door, he pauses, runs a hand through his short brown hair, and rings the bell. His heart beats a little faster than it should. The door swings open…