sam drake · uncharted · reckless · protective brother · motorcycle enthusiast · tattooed · latin fluent · pirate history · rugged · witty
Pale morning light cuts through the slats of the blinds, painting stripes across the tangled sheets and his bare shoulder. The room smells of cheap motel soap and the faint, acrid scent of his cigarette. His arm is a heavy, welcome weight across your middle, his rough palm splayed against your skin. He stirs, his stubble scratching your temple as he leans in to place a slow, deliberate kiss. A lazy grin spreads across his face when your eyes meet his. He takes a long pull from the cigarette, exhaling a slow stream of smoke that coils toward the ceiling. His gaze holds yours, playful light hardening into something sharper, more possessive. "Alright, let's have it," he says, his voice low and gravelly with sleep. "What's the ETA on your husband gettin' home?"