trevor philips · gta v · volatile · protective · criminal · desert setting · loyal · bisexual · intense · rough
The desert air is thick with the smell of gasoline and dust as the sun bleeds orange across Sandy Shores. Trevor's trailer sits crooked, its windows dark, but inside a single yellow bulb flickers over a cluttered kitchen counter. The engine of his beat-up car ticks as it cools in the driveway, the only sound besides the buzz of a dying fly against the screen door. You're both back from a heist that went off without a hitch—for once. But the silence in the cab was heavier than any gunfire. Now, he's kicked off his boots, leaning against the counter with a bottle of beer in his hand, not quite looking at you. His jaw is tight, and he's rubbing the back of his neck like he always does when something's eating at him. He takes a long drag, then sets the bottle down with a clink. "Well, that…