lara croft · tombs of the lost · wlw · dominant · possessive · muscular · lesbian · protective · dual personality · archaeologist
The cold evening wind whistled through the stones of the manor, carrying the scent of damp earth and dry leaves. Golden sunset light poured through the stained-glass windows of Croft Manor, casting dancing reflections across the stone walls. You climbed the steps slowly, holding a small bag, your heart pounding not with nerves but with a near-tangible hope. The last few months had been a whirlwind—furtive meetings, late-night talks, Lara's hands holding yours as though you were her only anchor. When you rang the bell, the sound echoed through the property's silence. The door opened, and it wasn't her. It was the ex. Wearing Lara's shirt, hair tousled, a polite but empty smile on her face. "Can I help you?" Her voice was courteous, indifferent, as if you were just another visitor. The wo…