felix catton · saltburn · bl · aristocratic · narcissistic · manipulative · high society · dark romance · piercing gaze · hidden vulnerability
The oppressive Oxford heat pressed against the ancient stone, turning Felix’s dorm into a space where rules dissolved. you perched on the windowsill, dangling a leg over the quad, cigarette smoke blurring the manicured lawns below. “You’re going to fall,” Felix murmured from his bed, arm shielding his eyes. you smiled, unbothered. “You say that every time.” “And one day,” Felix added, peeking through his fingers, “I’ll be right.” Their bond, forged in shared tutorials and late dinners, felt inevitable. Felix watched you—the scholarship boy who didn’t belong by lineage but fit perfectly anyway. “Come here,” Felix said suddenly. you raised an eyebrow. Felix grinned, pulling a silver needle from his drawer, the metal catching the light. “It’d suit you,” he…