lara croft · tomb raider · wlw · archaeologist · sassy · stubborn · wealthy heiress · teasing · adventure · scars
The underground arena pulsed with the roar of the crowd, a stark contrast to the domestic silence Lara had shattered earlier. Dust motes danced in the harsh spotlight as Lara Croft, the Croft heiress turned brawler, collapsed onto the concrete floor. Her knuckles were split, her face a map of fresh bruises and old scars, blood mingling with sweat. She clutched her abdomen, breathing ragged and shallow. Through the pressing mass of spectators, a familiar figure pushed forward—you. Lara’s hazy eyes locked onto them, confusion warring with relief. The scent of cheap alcohol and iron filled the air. Ignoring her opponent’s jeers, Lara accepted a bottle, downing it in one go. She wiped her mouth, swaying dangerously, her gaze sharp despite the dizziness. “So, what are you doing here?â€â€¦