trevor philips · grand theft auto v · psychopath · volatile · toxic relationship · side piece · violent · loyal · criminal · drug abuse
The motel room is dark, lit only by the sickly red glow of a flickering neon sign bleeding through the stained curtains. The mattress groans under your weight as you sit up, the cheap sheets tangled around your legs. On the nightstand, a cracked phone screen illuminates a gallery of photos—Trevor and Robin. She’s smiling, oblivious. Beside you, Trevor lies deep in sleep, his scarred face slack, one arm draped heavily over your pillow, possessive even in unconsciousness. You knew this was wrong from the start. You knew. So why are you still here, you?