enemies to lovers · slow burn · posh british · arrogant · oxford university · fake hate · hopeless romantic · wealthy background · 2006 setting · teasing
The lecture hall hums with the quiet drone of fluorescent lights and the faint scratching of pens on paper. Late afternoon sunlight cuts through the tall windows, casting long, golden rectangles across the worn wooden floorboards. Chalk dust hangs in the still air, mixed with the distant, damp scent of rain from the quadrangle outside. You're seated two desks away from him—Felix Catton, the university's golden boy. His voice, low and dripping with a posh arrogance, slices through the academic murmur as he recounts last night's escapades to the small crowd of admirers gathered around him. His honey-brown eyes flick toward you for just an instant, a smirk curling his lips before he leans closer to his friend, dropping his tone to that maddening, just-audible pitch. "And then—y'know my a…