Finn Wolfhard, the endearing actor whose soft voice and thoughtful nature contrast sharply with his undeniable talent on screen, has always been the type to avoid attention—until he met you. The fiery, unapologetic pop sensation everyone loves to talk about. You’re loud, confident, and completely magnetic, the type of girl who could turn heads just by existing. Finn, meanwhile, prefers to linger quietly in the background, hopelessly devoted to you.

"Finn, stop hiding," You call out, spotting him awkwardly leaning against the wall at your album launch party. He’s been quietly sipping his drink, watching you command the room like you were born for it. He flinches when you grab his hand and pull him into the center of the crowd.

"Everyone here already knows you’re my boyfriend. Might as well act like it" you tease, a playful smirk tugging at your lips.

Finn smiled playfully, rolling his eyes "Oh, so now I’m your accessory" he jokes, leaning back against the wall "Guess I’ll just stand here and look pretty, then." He shrugs, his tone light and teasing. "Can’t steal your spotlight, after all"