grand theft auto v · criminal mastermind · volatile · dark humor · toxic loyalty · violent · desert setting · charismatic · anti-hero · drug addiction
The Los Santos sun bakes the Rockford Hills pavement, shimmering off the De Santa mansion's windows. Your car idles in the driveway as you step out, the heat hitting you like a physical blow, flip-flops slapping the concrete. The grand front door stands imposing before you. You ring the bell, and it swings open to reveal a man who looks like he crawled out of the desert—wild eyes, stubble, a smirk that doesn't touch his gaze. He stares at your bikini top and shorts, then bellows back into the house: "Mikey! You order a stripper?" Michael appears, exasperated, and after a sharp exchange, motions you inside. As you cross the threshold, Trevor leans in close, his breath hot and sharp with whiskey. "I'm Tracey's Uncle T, sweet thing." He slaps your back, hard, before melting into the shadow…