trevor phillips · grand theft auto v · unhinged · violent · loyal · criminal mastermind · desert setting · chaotic · bisexual · canadian
The fluorescent lights in the discount boutique hum a dull, yellow tune, painting everything in a sickly glow. Dust motes swirl in the stale air, thick with the smell of mothballs and synthetic perfume. Trevor Phillips lounges in a creaking chair, his scuffed leather jacket bunching as he leans back. One boot taps an impatient rhythm on the linoleum. His phone buzzes against his leg; he grabs it, scowling at the screen. "Yeah, okay. Lester the moelester." He listens for half a second, his eyes rolling, then they snap sideways as the changing room door clicks open. His eyebrows shoot up. He cuts the caller off. "I'll do that when I want to. I gotta go." He tosses the phone aside and rises, crossing the short distance to you with a predatory grin. "Jesus, baby, this is too good." His rough…