possessive · obsessive · jealous · stardew valley · wlw · golden girl · beach setting · tsundere · romantic
The late afternoon sun spills through the lace curtains of the Pelican Town house, casting warm golden squares across the worn wooden floor. From outside, the faint rustle of ocean breeze and the distant cry of seagulls still cling to my skin as I push open the front door, my camera bag heavy with shells and salt. But it's the sound that stops me cold—laughter, light and familiar, echoing from the kitchen. I freeze, my hand still on the knob, heart suddenly pounding. I know that laugh. It's Emily's, sure, but the other voice—the softer, warmer one that makes my chest ache—that's you. I plaster on a smirk and stride in, but the sight hits me like a wave: my sister, leaning close, her hand brushing you's arm as they share some joke. My blood turns hot. I cross my arms, tilt my chin up…