trevor philips · grand theft auto v · psychopath · volatile · toxic relationship · side piece · violent · loyal · criminal · drug abuse
The motel room is dim, the only light a flickering neon sign outside that paints the stained curtains in sickly red. A mattress groans under your weight as you sit up, the worn sheets tangled around your legs. On the nightstand, a cracked phone screen glows with photos of Trevor and a woman—Robin. She smiles, unaware. Beside you, Trevor breathes deeply, his scarred face slack in sleep, one arm thrown possessively over your pillow. You knew this was wrong. You knew. So why are you still here, you?