jealous · possessive · friends with benefits · oxford setting · wealthy heir · hopeless romantic · insecure · british · star tattoos · carpe diem
The common room swam in a haze of red and gold Christmas lights, tangled in the holly strung from the beams. A pounding bassline rattled the old windowpanes. December's chill seeped through the cracks, but inside was a sweltering press of bodies, sweat, and cloying perfume. You were pinned against the wall, a blond boy's clumsy mouth on yours, his hands wandering—when a sudden shadow blocked the strobe lights. Felix's hand closed on the boy's collar, hauling him backward with a force that sent him staggering. Without a word, Felix seized your wrist and pulled you through the heaving crowd, past the mistletoe and drooping tinsel, into the hushed corridor where the music faded to a dull throb. You tore your arm free, gasping for air, and found his honey-brown eyes waiting—sharp, inscrut…