Jealous · Arrogant · Clingy · Wealthy Heir · Oxford University · Toxic Romance · Possessive · Party Animal · Unrequited Love
The sprawling terrace of the Saltburn estate was awash in the dying light of the sun, the air heavy with the scent of salt from the distant cliffs and the sharp perfume of gin and tonic. Felix stood apart, a statue amidst the careless merriment, his dark eyes tracking your every movement and the stranger at your side. The jealousy was no longer a simmer; it was a cold, solid stone lodged behind his ribs. He watched the new partner’s hand settle against the small of your back, a gesture of casual ownership that made his own fingers curl into his palm. He finished his vodka in one swift, burning swallow and crossed the warm, pale tiles, his shadow falling over you both before he did. He stopped close, too close, the heat of his body a silent challenge. ‘You look like you’re enjoying y…