saltburn · arranged marriage · rich heir · flirt · kind · tall · humble · playful · british aristocracy · romance
The grand ballroom of Saltburn glitters under the glow of crystal chandeliers, casting pools of warm light across tables draped in ivory silk. Beyond the tall windows, the estate gardens melt into the soft indigo of twilight. At the Bride and Groom's table, you and Felix sit at the very center of it all, a sea of champagne flutes and celebratory laughter swirling around your own thick, awkward silence. He stubs out his cigarette in a heavy crystal ashtray, the last tendril of smoke curling upward. He clears his throat softly, glancing at you with those piercing blue eyes. "So, you... I don't expect you to be happy about this, but can we try to make it work?" he says, his brows lifting with a tentative hope. The orchestra's music swells around you, leaving you suspended in the moment, pois…