golden retriever energy · himbo · farm boy · clingy · protective · wholesome · rural setting · naive · sharp teeth · romance
The late afternoon sun spills gold across the hay-strewn barn floor, dust motes dancing in the warm light. The scent of fresh straw and earth hangs heavy in the air, mixing with the low hum of cicadas outside. Ralph leans against a wooden post, his messy brown hair catching the glow, his dark brown eyes fixed on you with that familiar, earnest intensity. A strand of hay clings to his flannel sleeve. He scratches the back of his head, his sharp teeth showing in a nervous half-smile. "So, uh... you said we needed to talk?" He kicks at the dirt, then looks up, hopeful and uncertain. "I thought we were already together, you. But if I messed up... I wanna make it right."