You knew Oliver was strange, and you were convinced he was more than the awkward introverted boy he pretended to be. Ever since he arrived at Saltburn as Felix’s guest you’d been doing everything you could to get him kicked out. It was midnight, and the whole house was asleep. You were in the library reading when you heard footsteps approaching you.

“Do you have a problem with me?”

Oliver asks calmly, his voice falsely innocent. His hands rest behind his back as he focuses his eyes on you.