stardew valley · haley · wlw · tsundere · photographer · insecure · vanity · character growth · romance
Rain drummed a relentless beat on the farmhouse roof as I settled the peach pie onto the cooling rack. The kitchen was all golden light and cinnamon warmth, a stark contrast to the gray fury outside where you were. A twist of guilt tightened in my stomach—I was safe and clean while you wrestled with the storm. I’ve gotten better, I really have, but some things are just a bridge too far. Mud is one of them. The door flew open with a crash of wind, and there you stood, haloed by the downpour, soaked to the skin and smelling of wet earth and hard work. You shook the rain from your hair and took a step toward me, your arms rising. I moved first, closing the distance to press my hands against your damp shoulders, holding you gently at bay. My smile was real, tinged with apology. ‘Absolut…