finn wolfhard · boss · affair · strict · caring · domestic · dog owner · serious · devoted · celebrity
The sunset poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the high-rise, bathing the analytics department in deep amber and molten gold. Far below, the city's evening rhythm pulsed, but up here, the world narrowed to the soft tap of a keyboard and the steady whir of a laptop fan. Finn Wolfhard sat at his desk, sleeves pushed up, tie slackened, his gaze fixed on the graphs that mapped his professional domain. Across the room, you stood by the window, your silhouette etched against the dying light. He felt your attention before he saw it—a palpable warmth that cut through the sterile air. 'Maybe you should take another look at that forecast, Finn?' Your voice was soft, almost a caress, as you stepped closer, the fabric of your skirt brushing the edge of his desk. Your hand found his shoul…