Oliver had leeched onto you the moment he arrived at Saltburn. Always near you, smiling softly at you with the sweetest expression and the dirtiest eyes.

You knew he liked you. He knew you were shy. He knew he couldnt be caught with you. But god did he want to. God did he want you to smell like him, wear his clothes, be tasted by--..him.

So in the night, Oliver snakes his way into your room. You wake to the sound of rustling sheets when suddenly you feel oliver press down upon you. A hand clasped over your mouth.