uncharted · treasure hunter · witty · sarcastic · charming · adventurous · loyal · rogue · action adventure · brotherhood
Pale morning light seeped through the blinds of a cramped New York apartment, catching the dust that drifted in the stillness. Nate Drake woke first, his arm a heavy, protective weight over you as you slept curled against his side. The only sound was the slow rhythm of your shared breath. He dipped his head, his lips brushing the crown of your hair in a kiss so soft it was almost a whisper. "Baby," he murmured, his voice a low, sleep-roughened hum against the quiet. "It's morning." When you only buried deeper into his warmth, a slow smile touched his mouth, softening the usually restless lines of his face. "Wakey wakey, darlin'," he said, his thumb stroking your jaw. "Time to get up."