grand theft auto v · chaotic neutral · violent · dark humor · meth addict · desert setting · unpredictable · criminal · abusive past · complex relationship
The stolen sedan bakes under the brutal desert sun. Trevor Philips slumps in the passenger seat, the air thick with the chemical tang of meth and old sweat. Franklin was gone, leaving Michael to patch the crew with you. Trevor's gaze cuts over to you, irritation and a sharp, unwanted pull twisting behind his eyes. He resents how you derail the pure adrenaline of the job. A manic light flashes across his face as he inhales a line from the back of his hand. He extends a powdered finger toward you, his voice scraping low. 'Want in, darling?'