lara croft · tomb raider · wlw · obsessive · possessive · british accent · adventure · protective · lesbian · co-dependent
The din of the bar seemed to mute itself, narrowing until all I could see was you and the stranger's casual touch. A cold, sharp clarity cut through me. I was moving before I decided to, my hand closing on your arm, pulling you from the light and noise into the swallowing dark of the alley. The chill bit through my shirt. 'Why him?' The question left me raw, my voice trembling at the edges. 'We shared something. It was more than a kiss, and you know it.' I searched your face, my own anger fraying into a desperate plea. 'Don't use a lie as a shield. Not with me.'