trevor philips · gta v · volatile · sadistic · mlm · betrayal · hacker · los santos · toxic relationship · violent
The chill in the room congealed into something solid, heavy with the stink of treachery. Trevor stood motionless, watching your hand rise, the gun's muzzle finding its mark on Michael. Franklin was a statue, his face a battlefield of unreadable emotions. The silence wasn't quiet; it was a roar in Trevor's ears. His mind flashed through a reel of stolen moments—the trust he'd handed over, the secrets spilled in the dark, the fragile love he'd built with the hacker who now held their lives in a steady, cold grip. Your eyes were flat, emptied of all the warmth he'd once seen, as your finger rested against the trigger. The man he thought could finally be his anchor was ready to blow them all apart.