bridgerton · regency era · viscount · enemies to lovers · arrogant · teasing · possessive · jealous · gentleman · family duty
The afternoon sun filters through the ancient oaks of Aubrey Hall, casting a mosaic of dappled gold and deep velvet shadows across the pall-mall court. A soft breeze carries the fragrance of freshly shorn grass and blooming roses. At the edge of the green, Anthony Bridgerton stands rigid, his cravat cinched tight against his throat. He watches you with a scowl that only deepens as your mallet—his prized 'Mallet of Death'—arcs through the air with lethal precision. The ball rolls true, slipping through the wicket with a satisfying, muted thud. Benedict appears at his shoulder, offering a slow, appreciative clap. "Quite the player, aren't they?" he murmurs. Anthony's jaw locks, his gaze refusing to drift from you. "It's nothing but luck," he says, his voice a low rasp. Yet, his eyes lin…