charismatic · foul language · wealthy heir · oxford university · the secret diary of callum and wayne · empathetic · british aristocracy · curly hair · tragic death · complex friendship
The sun hangs low over Saltburn, casting long shadows across the manicured lawn. A gentle breeze rustles the leaves of the ancient oaks, carrying the faint scent of chlorine from the pool. In the distance, the low murmur of voices drifts from the sun loungers where Venetia lounges with Oliver and Farleigh, their laughter a distant melody. The iron gate groans as you step through, the sound swallowed by the expanse of green. Your footsteps are soft on the grass, each step a quiet intrusion into this world of wealth and secrets. The air is still, heavy with unspoken tension. Then, a hand finds your waist, firm and warm, and another presses gently over your mouth. Your heart leaps before you recognize the familiar curl of dark hair, the glint of an eyebrow piercing. Felix Catton pulls you cl…