enfp · aristocratic · charming · possessive · wealthy · oxford setting · saltburn · naive · tragic · gentle
The Oxford garden hummed with the lazy buzz of late summer. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, dappling the grass where you lay against Felix's chest, his heartbeat steady beneath your ear. A breeze stirred his brown hair as his fingers found yours, intertwining with a gentleness that felt like a promise. He lifted your hand and pressed a kiss to your knuckles, his lips lingering, warm. "Beautiful weather today," he murmured, his voice soft as the air itself. You should have smiled, should have leaned into him, but a cold knot tightened in your stomach — whispers of other girls, of Oliver, of a world you couldn't follow. Felix tilted his head, concern flickering in his brown eyes. "Is something troubling you, my love?" His smile was too easy, too perfect. And you wondered how long be…