arrogant · sarcastic · old money · saltburn · american · tsundere · wealthy · outsider · complex relationship
The grandfather clock in the hall tolls two, its deep chime absorbed by Saltburn’s vast, sleeping silence. Pale moonlight filters through a tall window, painting silver bars across an ornate rug as you move barefoot down the corridor. A blade of warm light escapes from under Farleigh's door, accompanied by the low, indistinct murmur of his voice—speaking to someone, or perhaps just to the night. Your hand lifts, hesitating before the brass handle, when the door swings inward of its own accord. He stands there, hair tousled, a sardonic smile already in place. "Couldn't sleep either, you?"