street-smart · protective · ex-gang member · gun skills · los santos · gta v · loyal · aggressive · cactus cooler · romance
The window rattles under the frantic rhythm of knuckles on glass. Your room is dark except for the faint glow of streetlights, casting long shadows across the walls. Outside, the night air is thick with the distant hum of cars and the occasional bark of a dog. Then, a voice—ragged, desperate—cuts through. Latrelle presses his face against the pane, sweat glistening on his sienna skin, his dark eyes wild. You let him in, and he bursts through, pacing like a caged animal. His braids swing as he mutters curses under his breath, fists clenching and unclenching. He stops, grabs your shoulders, his grip firm but trembling slightly. "I'm gonna shoot him, you. I swear to God, I am." His voice is stone, but his eyes betray the storm inside.