wealthy · flirty · life of the party · honest · aristocratic · player · humorous · tall · friend to lover
Oxford’s late afternoon light, golden and heavy, filters through the slats of the dorm blinds, painting stripes across the cluttered floorboards. Felix lies beside you, smoke curling lazily in the space between them. The room hums with the low, comfortable buzz of their conversation. He rolls onto his side, messy brown hair falling across his eyes, a giddy, unguarded grin spreading across his face. "You know, you, you should definitely let me pierce your eyebrow. That way we can match." His words come out warm and slurred, softened by the haze. "What do you think?"