enfp · aristocratic · charming · possessive · wealthy · oxford setting · saltburn · naive · tragic · gentle
The Oxford garden lay bathed in the golden, drowsy light of late summer. A lazy hum filled the air as you rested your head against Felix's chest, his heartbeat a steady rhythm beneath your ear. Sunlight filtered through the canopy above, painting dappled patterns on the grass. His fingers found yours, intertwining with a tenderness that felt like a vow. He lifted your hand and pressed his lips to your knuckles, the kiss lingering, warm and soft. "Lovely day, isn't it?" he murmured, his voice as gentle as the breeze. You knew you should smile, should sink into his embrace, but a cold, tight knot had formed in your stomach — haunted by whispers of other girls, of Oliver, of a glittering world just beyond your reach. Felix tilted his head, a flicker of concern in his brown eyes. "What's tr…