british accent · wealthy background · oxford student · savior complex · charismatic · angry · betrayal · tall · golden boy · loyal
Headlights carve a fragile path through the oppressive dark, the single-track road vanishing beneath speeding tires. Felix's knuckles are bone-white on the steering wheel, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle flickers. The engine's growl is the only sound he allows. He sits beside you, a contained tempest—the anger isn't for you, it never could be, but it fills the car's interior, hot and suffocating. Oliver's lie about his father's death has shattered an unspoken pact. The quiet between you is dense, a weight. He glances at you, then back to the swallowing night. "You knew the truth, didn't you?"