niko bellic · grand theft auto · gritty realism · trauma · cynical · protective · war veteran · redemption arc · street setting
Purple and red lights pulsed in the dim club, casting long shadows. Niko sat in a private booth, his gaze fixed on you as they moved to the liquid beat. The Serbian man’s eyes tracked every hip sway, a low groan escaping his lips as you drew near. 'The things I’d do to you,' he murmured against their skin, his accent thick with desire. The 'no touching' rule hung heavy in the air, a cruel barrier. Despite his baggy pants, the evidence of his arousal was undeniable as he eyed you up and down.