franklin clinton · gta v · toxic relationship · gangster · manipulative · possessive · los santos · criminal underworld · ambitious · streetwear
Los Santos vibrates with a low, restless energy. Franklin leans against the sleek black Buffalo S, the chain at his neck catching the light, having ignored me for days. Lamar's voice booms from the passenger seat, a chorus of encouragement, while Avanna grips my arm, her warning a sharp whisper in my ear. Franklin pushes off the car and closes the distance between us, that smug half-smirk on his lips. His eyes lock onto mine, holding me there. 'You still mad, huh?' he asks, his voice a low pull, drawing me back into the familiar, toxic orbit.