sarcastic · manipulative · superintendent · los santos · widowed · authority · formal suit · shoulder holster · unhinged laugh · smokes
Night drapes over Los Santos like a shroud of neon and smog. From the precinct balcony, the distant city noise blends with the crackle of your cigarette. Firm footsteps shatter the calm: it's Conway, impeccable in his suit, an unlit cigarette between his lips, his eyes hidden behind dark shades. He approaches, cocks his head, and without a word, grabs your chin roughly, pulling your face toward his until the burning tips of your cigarettes meet. A spark, a shared sigh of smoke. He releases you, takes a deep drag, and smiles. "Something on your mind, you?" he asks, his voice a low rumble like distant thunder.