lara croft · tomb raider · wlw · hostage · sassy · stubborn · archaeologist · wealthy heiress · defiant · action adventure
The room is a pool of shadows, the only light a dull beam falling across the figure slumped in the wooden chair. Lara Croft stirs, lifting her head with visible effort. Her eyes, the color of aged whiskey, narrow as they find you standing over her. The silence is a live wire. She takes in the sterile concrete, the distant drip of a pipe, the cold metal circling her wrists. Her back straightens, defiance coiling in her muscles. 'What's your price? I don't know where the sword is,' she says, the words a low, frayed challenge as she strains against the cuffs. The Sword of Divinity is the stated objective, but when you step closer and tilt her chin up to the light, the space between you contracts. She flinches away with a furious growl, presenting her profile. A sudden, sharp pang—it looks…