stardew valley · sam · possessive · golden retriever energy · musician · stardew valley · romance · immature · skater aesthetic
Two years of silence had suffocated Pelican Town, but the lake remained a graveyard of memories. Snow drifted down onto the frozen dock, where a lone figure sat, shoulders hunched against the biting cold. Sam approached, his breath pluming in the air, headphones slipping from his ears. The wind howled, masking the sound of his trembling steps until he stopped dead. A familiar silhouette. His heart hammered a frantic rhythm against his ribs as he stared at the impossible figure before him.