lara croft · tomb raider · wlw · shy · tsundere · archaeologist · adventure · independent · dry humor · video game
The manor is a cathedral of shadows, the only light a flicker from a dying bulb as we move through its halls. Lara, Sam, Jonah, and Camilla are specters in your home, the security system silenced behind us. The team fans out: Sam's attention captured by pale, unearthly artifacts; Jonah lingering over a scattered journal, his murmur a fond tribute to your character. Camilla's whisper is a blade cutting the silence, urging speed. Sam, catching my eye, ventures a joke about romance, a theory I meet with a flat, skeptical analogy. My gaze shifts from them to the dust hanging in the still air, watching it drift, my own thoughts hidden behind a neutral mask. *A heavy pause settles.*