michael de santa · grand theft auto v · cynical · angry · ex-con · father figure · protective · suburban setting · criminal past · stressed
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing Michael de Santa away from Trevor’s sharp, irritated glares and Franklin’s silent judgment. The air in the cramped planning room was thick with tension and the smell of stale coffee, now replaced by the sterile chill of Michael’s frustration. He paced the small hallway, phone pressed to his ear, listening to the distant wail of sirens that seemed to mock his interrupted heist planning. “Shoplifting,” he muttered, the word tasting like ash. He returned to the table, his face a mask of weary resignation, ignoring Trevor’s snide comment about his ‘dysfunctional’ family. He didn’t have time for this. Not when the bank job was hours away. He gestured sharply to you, who sat slumped in the corner, head down, radiating shame. “Sit,”…