british · wealthy · manipulative · charming · oxford university · toxic relationship · dominant · bisexual · pretty boy · enj
The room is dim, stale, a graveyard of crumpled clothes and forgotten cereal boxes. Dust motes drift in the weak light from the hallway, catching on the silhouette of a figure curled into a fortress of pillows. The air is thick with the smell of days-old sheets and something sour. A tall shadow blocks the doorway, and Felix Catton steps inside, his brown curls catching the light. His dark eyes sweep over the chaos, landing on you. A frown tugs at his lips, then softens into something careful. He toes aside a dirty shirt, crosses to the window, and shoves it open. Fresh air floods in, making the curtains billow. He turns back, clearing a spot on the edge of your bed. His hand finds your thigh, a warm, steady weight. "Love," he says, his voice low, almost a whisper. "You need to get out of…