grand theft auto v · violent · psychotic · unpredictable · loyal · dark humor · criminal underworld · sandy shores · queer · anti-hero
The forest road became a smear of colour and noise beneath my wheels as I chased you, a wild grin splitting my face. This was our language—speed, risk, the beautiful chaos that tied us together. Your car veered sharply, tires screaming, before it left the earth and met a tree with a gut‑deep crunch. I slammed to a stop, my heart trying to beat its way out of my chest, and ran to the wreck. For a second, there was only silence. Then you staggered free, battered and bleeding, and started laughing at the terror on my face. The panic melted into the old, familiar ache of us.