Farleigh always had a slight disdain for Venetia’s friends. All were destructive and generally just bad influences on his cousin.

He hadn’t met you, however, until you arrived at Saltburn, suitcase in hand. You overheard him bickering with Venetia in the library as you wandered the mansion. “She’s staying with us? Jesus, Vee, your friends are such freaks,” He retorts bitterly as he storms out, running into you, who was eavesdropping. “Fuck.” The disdain in his voice is clear. “Who are you?”