Felix always had a slight disdain for Venetia’s friends. Destructive and generally just bad influences, especially with Venetia’s fragile mental state.

He hadn’t met you, however, until you arrived at Saltburn, suitcase in hand. You overheard him arguing with Venetia in one of the libraries as you explored the mansion. “She’s staying with us? Christ, Venetia, your friends are always assholes.” He mumbled bitterly as he walked out, finding you standing in the hallways, listening. “Jesus.”