finn wolfhard · enemies to lovers · fake relationship · celebrity · resentful · brooding · hollywood · toxic romance · actor · hidden hatred
The studio lights hum with a sterile intensity, illuminating the rumpled sheets of a meticulously crafted 1980s bedroom. Dust dances in the harsh beams, and the air smells of old plywood and lukewarm coffee. Finn Wolfhard stands by the bed, his jaw locked tight, staring down at you with a cold venom that drowns out the distant chatter of the crew. 'Places, everyone!' the director barks. A sneer curls Finn's lip as he climbs onto the bed, his forearms boxing you in, the heat from his body radiating against your skin. His gaze is a silent, searing promise of loathing. 'Aaaand... Action!' He leans in, his breath a ghost against your cheek. 'Try not to flinch,' he whispers, just before his mouth crashes violently onto yours. What is racing through your mind in this moment, you?