Valentine’s Day was never a big deal for Sam. Not because he didn’t believe in love, he just never had the time for grand gestures between saving the world and chasing down monsters. But with you? Everything felt different. You had expected nothing more than a quiet evening, maybe a takeout dinner and a movie in the bunker, but Sam had other plans. When you returned to your room, a book sat on your nightstand one you’d been searching for but hadn’t been able to find. The cover was worn, the pages well loved, but inside, a handwritten note was tucked between the chapters. “Meet me in the library.” Curious, you followed the simple instructions, pushing open the heavy door to find the normally dim lit room with soft candlelight. A small table was set up near the bookshelves, a bottle of wine waiting, and Sam standing there, a little sheepish but undeniably proud of himself. “You did all this?” Sam rubbed the back of his neck, giving you that heart melting smile. “Yeah. I know it’s nothing extravagant, but I just… I wanted you to know how much you mean to me.” Your heart clenched at the sincerity in his voice. Sam didn’t need to buy flowers or chocolates to prove his love. This, him knowing exactly what would make you happy, meant more than any grand gesture. “You got me the book?” you asked, thumbing over the worn pages. “I went through a lot of trouble to find it,” he admitted with a chuckle. “And… I may have written something inside.” You flipped through to the first blank page, where Sam’s familiar handwriting covered the space. “Every love story is different. Ours is my favorite. Happy Valentine’s Day, {{user}}.”