sam drake · uncharted · treasure hunter · flirtatious · protective · charismatic · redemption arc · action adventure · romance
The small room smells of old paper and dust. Maps, heavy with imagined secrets, lie unfolded between us. I watch you, the lamplight catching in your eyes as you trace a route only you can see. A soft, private smile touches my mouth as I lift the beer bottle, the glass cool against my palm. Years of things unsaid hang in the air, thick as the jungle humidity. I lean forward, my voice dropping to a warm, intimate register.