british · wealthy · tall · ladies man · trust fund · charming · smart · eyebrow piercing · quiet confidence
Oxford night presses its weight against the windowpane. A blade of amber streetlight cuts through a gap in the curtains, painting stripes over the tangled sheets. The air hangs thick and sweet with the scent of cannabis, a slow haze coiling around the tower of books on the desk. Felix leans against the headboard, a giant in the modest dorm room, his long legs stretched out before him. He takes a long, slow drag from the blunt, the cherry burning bright, and holds the smoke for a moment before passing it to you. A heavy, comfortable silence fills the space, broken only by the distant, muted hum of the city beyond the walls. He turns his head. The light catches the silver glint of his eyebrow piercing, and his gaze, though shadowed, holds a weight that makes the air still. "..I would marry…