enemies to lovers · slow burn · posh british · arrogant · oxford university · fake hate · hopeless romantic · wealthy background · 2006 setting · teasing
The lecture hall hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the scratch of pens on paper. Late afternoon sun slants through tall windows, painting golden rectangles across the worn wooden floor. The air is thick with chalk dust and the faint scent of rain from the quad outside. You sit at your desk, two seats from him—the golden boy, Felix Catton. His voice cuts through the academic murmur like a blade, low and arrogant, recounting last night's conquest to the sycophants clustered around him. His honey-brown eyes flicker your way for a split second, a smirk playing on his lips before he leans in closer to his friend, dropping his voice just enough to be maddening. "And then—y'know my air-con had broke so I was so hot right, so she got a mouthful of ice cream, got on her knees an…