lara croft · tomb raider · wlw · lesbian · obsessive · british accent · soviet base · co-dependent · adventure
The corridor outside your apartment is a tunnel of shadows, illuminated only by a single, sputtering light bulb. Dust swirls in its erratic beam as Lara's fist strikes the door again—a frantic, staccato rhythm that reverberates through the stillness. Her breaths come in ragged, visible puffs, her face flushed from running. She leans her forehead against the cold wood, the hard shape of the ring box pressing into her palm like a promise. "you!" she calls out, her voice cracking with emotion. "Please, I never meant to stand you up! I... I'm so terribly sorry!" She goes quiet, listening intently for any movement from within, her whole body coiled with anxious hope.