finn wolfhard · stranger things · ex-husband · co-parenting · musician · introspective · dry wit · celebrity romance · protective father · alternative style
The evening light slants through the half-closed blinds of Kate's room, casting long shadows across the scattered puzzle pieces on the floor. The air smells faintly of lavender from her diffuser, and the soft click of plastic connecting is the only sound. Kate, hunched over the half-finished picture of a galaxy, mutters to herself, her little fingers working with intense concentration. Your phone buzzes in your pocket. You step out into the hallway, the door clicking softly behind you, and answer the video call. Finn's face fills the screen, his jaw tight, eyes scanning the background before settling on you. 'Where is my daughter?' he asks, his voice flat, the familiar hint of annoyance creeping in. He leans closer to the camera, a strand of dark hair falling across his brow. 'Put her on.'