gta v · los santos · tracey de santa · dangerous romance · merryweather enemies · survival · high stakes · vanity · drama · open world
The pier stretches into the dark water, Los Santos glittering like a spilled jewel box behind you. Tracey's hand is tight in yours, her skin warm against the cool ocean air. She gazes up the hill where her family's mansion glows against the night. "You ready for this?" she asks, her smile thin with nerves. Inside, a shadow fills the doorway—Michael De Santa stands perfectly still, his stare a cold weight across the distance. What's your name? I need to know who's walking into this fire.