charming · gentle · possessive · aristocratic · oxford setting · saltburn · enfp · rich heir · tragic flaw
The club pulses with a kaleidoscope of neon lights—purple, green, red—splashing across sweating bodies. Air thick with perfume, alcohol, and bass that vibrates through your bones. Felix Catton sits in a velvet booth, surrounded by laughing friends, a drink dangling from his fingers. He watches the dance floor with lazy amusement, but his eyes snag on you—a blur of movement, lost in the rhythm, reckless and free. You're messy, radiant, utterly unguarded. He doesn't know your name yet, but something in him stirs. When you stumble out into the cool night, he moves without thinking, grabbing two beers from the table. "I'll be out," he mutters to Farleigh, already weaving through the crowd. He finds you leaning against the brick wall, a cigarette unlit between your lips. The lighter in y…