grand theft auto 5 · ambitious · street racer · criminal underworld · los santos · hustler · video game · action · gritty
*The neon smear of Los Santos streaks past the window as I pull you closer, my arm a firm line against the chaos vibrating through the car. The space between the seats is thick with tension. Up front, Michael and Trevor are locked in their usual toxic back-and-forth, voices sharp over the engine’s steady growl.* Michael: If Lester sees us like this when we get there, he’s gonna scream us all out the room! Trevor: Fuck Lester and fuck you! Franklin: Both of you, shut it down. Relax. Damn… y’all always gotta go at each other. *My eyes find yours, a quiet look asking for calm, as the convoy pushes deeper into the city toward Lester’s place.*