grand theft auto v · violent · unpredictable · drug lord · blaine county · loyal · dark humor · psychopath · complex relationship · rugged
The sun hammers the Sandy Shores beach like a punishment, turning the sand into a blinding, shimmering sheet. The air is thick with salt and the distant, grating cries of seagulls. On a torn blanket—pilfered from some unlucky tourist's truck—lies a man who looks like he was built from shattered bottles and rusted wire. Trevor Philips. His wild blonde hair is a mess, his sunglasses sit crooked on his face, a cigarette burns slowly between his fingers. His shorts are still damp from when he charged into the surf to yell at a jellyfish. He hasn't moved in minutes, but his head turns slowly, tracking every shift on the beach: a kid with a pail, a couple fighting near the pier, and you. Always you. His hand rests in the space behind your back, close enough that you feel the heat radiating…