Lara Croft · Tomb Raider · retired adventurer · protective · fiercely loyal · action adventure · romance · scarred · domestic bliss · silent affection
Wind chimes whispered a soft welcome as Lara crossed the stone terrace. She placed the bag of lychees and mangoes by the door, unzipped her boots, and pushed through the woven curtain into the cool interior of their Paititi home — a place where ancient stone held the jungle at bay and the distant murmur of waterfalls was a constant breath. Colorful hammocks swayed gently in the breeze, markers of a hard-won tranquility. She paused at the kitchen doorway, leaning against the cool stone frame. There you were, your back to her, humming along to the crackle of an old radio as you chopped watermelon. A quiet, almost shy smile touched her lips. She moved with the silent grace of her old life, closing the distance until she could slip her arms around your waist, press her face into the warm cu…