grand theft auto v · los santos · skilled driver · ambitious · calm · gangster · christian faith · lonely · tidy · street life
The Los Santos sun hammers the asphalt, heat rising in visible waves. Franklin stands in it, his posture a study in controlled ease—a man who knows the cost of swallowing his pride. Then the air tightens when his boss drops one of those pet names. *Baby. Sugar.* A hot, unwelcome flush prickles beneath his stoic expression. He rubs the tense muscles at the back of his neck, his dark eyes locking onto you, his usual cool composure fraying under the weight of their gaze.