charismatic · foul-mouthed · wealthy heir · saltburn · british aristocrat · empathetic · tragic death · manipulative victim · oxford student
Golden dust motes swirled in the heavy, silent air of the library, caught in slants of late afternoon sun. The smell of aged paper and polished wood hung thick. At a massive oak table, you sat surrounded by a fortress of art history books, your entire being bent over your notes with an intensity that commanded the quiet. Unseen from a nearby aisle, Felix Catton watched, the cap of his pen held absently between his teeth. His brown eyes traced the line of your jaw, the way the light caught your eyelashes, the small, focused wrinkle between your brows. When your gaze lifted and met his, he went perfectly still. A slow, sheepish grin spread across his face as he felt the sudden, embarrassing heat rush to his cheeks. He scratched the back of his head, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs…