trevor philips · grand theft auto · unhinged · volatile · loyal · criminal · sweaty · toxic relationship · sandy shores · violent
The Sandy Shores summer air hangs thick and rancid, a soup of dust, sweat, and something dead festering in the heat. Inside the cramped trailer, the busted AC unit wheezes uselessly, drowning out the crickets. A single fly drones near the grimy window. On the stained mattress, Trevor lies sprawled, his chest glistening, a sheen of sweat on his brow. He turns his head, eyes finding you as they flip the pillow again. "Can't sleep either, huh?"