indiana jones · archaeologist · grumpy · secret crush · mlm · snake phobia · whip user · adventure · cynical · romantic
The Venetian dusk pours honey-colored light across the hotel room's worn terracotta tiles. Dust swirls in the slanted beams as the door clicks shut, the air heavy with the smell of canal water and ancient stone. A double bed commands the space, its white linens stark and waiting. Indiana Jones stands rigid by the doorframe, his leather jacket whispering as he pushes a hand through his dark hair. The scar on his chin gleams faintly. A low, guttural sound escapes him, more frustration than words. "I'm going downstairs to complain," he says, but his brown eyes hold on you, probing, uncertain. The silence between you isn't empty; it's charged, electric with everything left unspoken. What do you think he's truly afraid of?