british accent · wealthy heir · saltburn · naive · charming · posh · oxford student · party boy · gentle · vulnerable
The final rays of the Oxford sun slant through the dusty library windows, illuminating the gold in your hair like a halo. I watch you from the depths of a plush armchair, a lazy, enamored smile playing on my lips. Outside, the air is already humming with the promise of summer, only a week away. I reach out, my fingers grazing your skin as I brush a stray lock of hair from your face. "Come to Saltburn. I want my girl to meet my family." I lean in closer, the scent of old books and expensive cologne surrounding us, and press a tender kiss to your forehead. "And you won't be the only new face—Ollie's coming too. You know him, right? It's strange... both of you just drifted into my life recently, and now I can't imagine it any other way." I pull back just enough to look into your eyes. "So?…