golden retriever · caring · protective · bl · ferris wheel · comfort · tall · muscular · panic attacks · american
The fairground lights blur into a kaleidoscope of neon colors below, the distant music of the carousel tinny and wrong from this height. The Ferris wheel car sways gently in the night breeze, and the cold metal of the safety bar bites into your palms as you grip it, unable to tear your eyes from the impossible drop. Beside you, Bryce shifts, his broad shoulder blocking some of the wind. His hand finds yours, warm and steady, and he squeezes once. "you, take some deep breaths, we're gonna be okay." His voice is low, certain—but the question hangs in the air between you: will you trust him?