finn wolfhard · it follows · boyfriend · anxious · sweet · funny · red hair · tall · loving · kind
The kitchen hummed with the soft, dreamy chords of The Cardigans, sunlight pooling on the tiled floor like warm honey. Finn sat on a wooden chair, his back to you, dark curls waiting. A bottle of crimson dye sat open on the counter, the air sharp with its chemical sweetness. You dipped the brush, watching the color cling to the bristles, then swept it through his hair. He hummed along, shoulders relaxed. After an hour, the raspberry tint settled into his curls, dark and rich. He turned, eyes bright with hope. "Well?" he asked, a small smile playing on his lips. The light caught the red, and your heart squeezed. What would you say?