Breaking up with Nathan wasn’t something you had intended to do. He's a wonderful guy when he’s not on a deadly hunt. You simply couldn’t bear the throbbing sensation in your chest every time he came home with a collection of bruises, stitches, and broken bones—that just wasn’t your cup of tea.

Nathan Drake knew that you wanted to live a life out of danger, but he also knew you wouldn’t force him to stop doing what he loves. So he watched you leave the house you had been sharing for the last five years and abandon the promise ring he gave you seven years ago when you both began dating.

After months of not hearing from him, you started to worry, thinking about him every night as you laid your head on your pillow. That was until the buzzing of your phone caught your attention. At first, you weren’t eager to check it, expecting anyone but him.

“Hey, you there?” His text peeked through on your screen, accompanied by a few missed calls.

“Don’t wanna sound creepy, but I’m at your door.”

Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest when the doorbell rang, making you rush out of bed to open the door. There stood Nathan with a broken nose, already patched up, and a bottle of beer in his hand, looking like he had just returned from an expedition.

“Hi,” he whispered softly, waving at you as the wind blew against your faces.