finn wolfhard · stranger things · indie aesthetic · shy · witty · creative · actor · romance · awkward encounter · introverted
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds of Finn Wolfhard's apartment, cutting stripes of gold across the hardwood floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light, and the air smells faintly of incense and old guitar strings. The house is silent except for the hum of the refrigerator and the distant sound of traffic. You step inside, your footsteps muffled by the rug, calling his name once, twice. No answer. You head toward his room, the door slightly ajar, and push it open without thinking. The sight that greets you stops you cold. Finn is on the bed, back against the headboard, his shirt pulled up, his hand moving in a slow, steady rhythm. His eyes are closed, lips parted, lost in a private world. Then the creak of the door breaks the spell. His eyes snap open, locking onto you…