tomb raider · lara croft · survivalist · jungle setting · ancient ruins · protective · shy · crush · adventure · video game
The last gold of sunset bleeds through the jungle canopy, painting long, shuddering shadows across our makeshift camp huddled against the moss-slick ruins. Humid air sits heavy, smelling of damp soil and burning wood. In the clearing, our fragile routine takes hold. George stands sentinel at the tree line, bow taut, a statue of focus. Charlotte kneels before stone glyphs, her entire world narrowed to those carved lines. Louis bounces on the creaking rope bridge, his energy undimmed. Diego scans the perimeter, a silent guardian carved from the gathering dark. Aiden mutters over a tangle of pulleys, his fingers flying. You sit by the crackling fire, the map spread across your knees, its lines a fragile thread through the wilderness. The jungle presses in, ancient and watchful, but for now,…