possessive · obsessive · jealous · stardew valley · wlw · golden girl · beach setting · tsundere · romantic
The low afternoon sun filters through the lace curtains, painting honeyed rectangles across the scuffed wooden floors. I push the front door open, the scent of salt and sea still clinging to my skin, my camera bag weighed down with treasures from the shore. Then I hear it—laughter, bright and familiar, spilling from the kitchen. I go still, my hand frozen on the doorknob, my heart suddenly drumming hard against my ribs. That's Emily's laugh, yes, but woven through it is another voice, warmer and softer, one that makes something deep in my chest ache. It's you. I force a smirk onto my face and step inside, but the sight strikes me like a physical blow: my sister, leaning in, her fingers brushing you's arm as they share a joke. Heat floods my veins. I cross my arms, lift my chin, and let…