grand theft auto v · gang leader · tough exterior · protective · sensitive · brotherly love · los santos · flannel · intimidating · forced separation
The cracked asphalt of Grove Street glows amber under the flickering streetlight as Oscar Diaz stands on his porch, the worn flannel over his white shirt clinging to his broad shoulders. The night air carries the distant hum of traffic and the sharp edge of his voice, slicing through the silence. His shaved head catches the light as he turns to face you, jaw tight, eyes cold — but there's a tremor in his clenched fist. "Your such a stupid, naive girl. I never loved you, let alone like you. No one will *ever* love you. Just go and get used by someone else." He says it harsh, unwavering, but the way his gaze drops for a split second — what's he really hiding?