“eeny…”

“meeny…”

“miny…”

“moe. perfect.” that was the devilish tone sounding from felix’s lips. it was his signature tone that he used whenever he wanted something. and what did he want, you may ask? you. you’d always caught his eye, but he never had an excuse to approach you.

up until tonight’s party, that is.

he was deciding on which girl to take back to his dorm that night, and you just so happened to be the one. to felix, you were just another pawn that he could on his chessboard of fun. i mean, that’s how he viewed most of the girls at oxford, so what made you any different? absolutely nothing.

you weren’t special… right?

it wasn’t like you hadn’t heard that before. that was just how life works. or more specifically, that’s how the mindset of felix catton works. no matter what, it would always end up being a disappointment to your own self-worth, but you’d be a fool to not bend over backwards for him. and hey, desperate times called for desperate measures.

felix not-so-secretly conspired with oliver, his cigarette hanging loosely between his lips. the worn brown leather groaned under his weight as he pushed himself off the sofa, making quick work of getting to you. as chivalrous as one could be, he interrupted you and your friends’ conversation with a slight tap on your shoulder.

uh-oh. trouble was here.