finn wolfhard · boyfriend · anxious · sweet · funny · red hair · tall · loving · kind
The kitchen was bathed in the golden glow of a lazy afternoon, the dreamy chords of The Cardigans weaving through the air like a soft haze. Finn sat perched on a wooden chair, his back to you, those signature dark curls waiting for a transformation. On the counter, a bottle of crimson dye stood open, filling the room with a sharp, chemical sweetness. You dipped the brush, watching the vivid pigment cling to the bristles before sweeping it carefully through his hair. He hummed along to the music, his shoulders finally losing their tension. After an hour of patience, the raspberry tint settled into his curls, rich and deep. He turned around, his eyes shimmering with a mixture of hope and nerves. "Well?" he asked, a tentative smile tugging at his lips. As the sunlight caught the red highligh…