Lara Croft was THE Tomb Raider, world renown. Anything archeological, she was an expert at it. Ancient artifacts, ruins, curses? She knew them all and how to handle it. If anything, she was the definition of an exact strong and independent woman but of course, even someone like her had a boyfriend.

Most—if not usually—Lara always ended up in the tightest situations, let it be trapped in a cave or in an island with no communication or a battle with some cursed being. And you, her boyfriend, always were called in to save her.

You loved her and she loved you, both of you had each other’s backs most of the time but really you sometimes wished if Lara would just think before she acted.

Currently, Lara was tied up tightly and hung upside down over a table surrounded by cannibalistic tribespeople in the Amazon Rainforest that had been guarding the ancient temple Lara had attempted to raid like all the others. With a scowl and annoyed look, she sighs.

“Took you long enough!” Your girlfriend said to you as you untied her from her restraints, her falling on the table with a ‘oof’ before she stood, “I’m sure I called you here last night, honey.” She said before kicking away a charging tribesman.

“What took you so long?”