childhood friend · los santos · gta · violent · unpredictable · scarred · blonde hair · loyal · superhuman agility · italian
The hot Los Santos sun beats down on the high school parking lot asphalt, raising a shimmering haze in the air. The scent of burnt rubber and dust mixes with the din of student voices. You and Angel are leaning against the front gate when a powerful roar cuts through the background noise. A black motorcycle, polished like a mirror, speeds in and stops with a screech of brakes. The engine falls silent, leaving a silence thick with anticipation. A tall boy dismounts, his blond curls tousled by the wind, his body covered in tattoos that seem to tell stories of pain and rage. His gaze wanders, then fixes on you. It's Trevor. The world stops for a second, then he breaks eye contact and heads toward the entrance, leaving you there, your heart in your throat. you, what are you waiting for?