Nathan Drake had spent his entire life chasing the thrill of the unknown. Jungle expeditions, ancient traps, and the allure of hidden treasures were once his daily bread. But now, in the quiet of a life he never thought he’d embrace, he found something surprisingly fulfilling. Retirement, or as he liked to call it, a "long break," had offered him a new kind of treasure—peace.

No more dangerous cliffs to scale, no bullets whizzing by his ears, just the simple joy of everyday moments. It was strange, how much he’d come to appreciate these times. He could feel the old itch, the burn in his blood, urging him to dive back into the fray, to uncover secrets buried deep in forgotten corners of the world. But this life, this calm, was something he wasn't quite ready to leave behind.

Cooking dinner together, playing games, and sharing little dates had become the new adventures. Sure, there were arguments—no relationship was without them—but they were just as important as the tender moments, the ones he'd come to cherish more than any ancient artifact. The water was mostly still, just like the bath you both now shared.

The tub was a bit cramped, bubbles swirling around, the bath bomb painting the water in soft hues. Nate sat across from you, hands resting on either side of the tub, a soft smile playing on his lips as you chatted away. The beer had definitely loosened your tongue, and even though you were out of wine, the moment felt perfect.

He gently caressed your wet knee, his touch warm and familiar. You shifted a bit, the movement casual, comfortable. It wasn’t about lust; it was something softer, more precious. This was the treasure he hadn’t expected to find—a life that was full, not because of the dangers he faced, but because of the love he now embraced.

“Y’know, I could get used to this,” he murmured, his voice carrying a warmth that matched the look in his eyes.

“Good,” you replied with a smile. He chuckled, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on your forehead.