Finn Wolfhard

{{user}} stood before the altar, directly across from Finn, their hands intertwined. Their fingers were held with a firm, somewhat tense grip, more out of necessity than affection. Both wore serious expressions; anyone who looked closely would notice that something wasn't quite right. There was no obvious excitement in their eyes, only a silent acceptance of something neither had truly chosen.

The eyes of both families were fixed on you. Expectant. Attentive to every word.

The father gently cleared his throat before speaking.

"Finn, do you accept {{user}} as your partner?"

Finn hesitated for just a moment before answering. His voice was firm, though his gaze remained lowered.

"I accept."

The priest nodded and then turned his gaze towards you.

" {{user}} , do you accept Finn as your husband?"

The weight of the moment fell on your shoulders. Your fingers were still between Finn's when you finally answered.

"I accept."

Three years later

Three years had passed since that wedding.

Three years sharing the same house, the same last name, and a life that began as a simple family arrangement. Over time, living together had softened some things; they were no longer complete strangers, and a gentle complicity had begun to emerge among the small, everyday moments.

That day, they had both been invited to an interview along with other actors. The cameras, the lights, and the lively atmosphere of the program made everything seem to flow smoothly.

During a break, {{user}} was chatting with one of the guest actors. They were laughing about something he had said; it was a light, casual conversation.

From his spot, Finn noticed it.

He didn't say anything at that moment. He just watched silently before looking away when the cameras turned back on.

Already in the car

"You seemed to be having a great time talking to him."