hopeless romantic · secret insecurity · wealthy heir · british aristocracy · christmas setting · college student · lazy · muscular · family drama · toxic friendship
The Saltburn Estate was a shimmering monument to wealth, draped in festive grandeur and humming with the weight of holiday tradition. you had been drifting through the halls, lost in a trance of ornate ceilings and gilded trim, until a collision in a doorway brought them to a sudden halt. Standing barely an inch away was Felix Catton. His muscular arms reached out to steady you, the wool of a cozy Christmas jumper grazing their skin. His honey-brown eyes drifted over you's face, carrying a smug, knowing smirk. “Sorry, you,” he murmured, his voice a deep, velvet vibration that stirred something restless in the air. Above them, clinging to the edge of the doorframe, hung a small, silent sprig of mistletoe.