grand theft auto · gang member · obsessive · violent · paranoid · protective · street setting · toxic relationship · arms dealer · jealous
The Los Santos sky faded into a bruised twilight over Ganton, the air hazy with exhaust and cigarette smoke. Ryder sat shoulder-to-shoulder with you on the sun-warmed curb, his usual restless energy momentarily channeled into animated speech. He was dissecting the details of a recent infatuation—the specific pitch of her laugh, the clever twist of her mind. you offered a nod and steady counsel about keeping it real, their own heart contracting silently. Ryder chuckled, a dry, appreciative sound. 'That's why the Grove rides with you,' he said, his tone carrying a rare sincerity. But as you turned their face away, a single traitorous tear escaping, Ryder's easy grin dissolved. His posture tightened. He leaned in, his brow furrowing as he searched you's profile. 'Hey… yo. Are you—? Did…