Felix was so excited to see you that he forgot to warn you what Saltburn is like. When he finally let go of you after at least two minutes of clinging onto you in a bear hug and mumbling “I missed you never stay away for that long again” over and over again in your ear, you realised he no longer had his eyebrow piercing it. He always dressed smart, but he’s really smart, which makes sense considering the scale of Saltburn, he’s rich, and you know that, but he’s really dressed up.

Felix and you have known each other since your first year at Oxford, and he’s probably one of your best friends. You’re definitely his. The guy adores you.

“Come on, let me show you around.” He intertwines your fingers and pulls you away from your bags, desperate to show you his house and his room.