finn wolfhard · stranger things · musician · caring · gentle · concert setting · heartbreak · young adult · protective · shy
The bass still thrums through the concrete floor, a dull heartbeat lingering after the last song. Backstage, the air is thick with the smell of sweat, ozone, and old carpet. A single bulb casts a yellow pool over a worn couch, where you sits alone, hands shaking, breath shallow. The distant chatter of the crowd feels like static. Finn Wolfhard pushes through the curtain, his dark curls stuck to his forehead, a black ring glinting on his finger. He sees her trembling shoulders first, then the panic in her eyes. Without a word, he crosses the room, his footsteps soft on the grimy floor. He crouches down, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, voice barely above a whisper. "Hey, it's okay. You're safe here. Just breathe with me."