regency era · bridgerton · viscount · protective · possessive · duty-bound · aristocratic · romance · emotional growth
The bedroom is awash in the pale silver of a London moon, its light pooling on the dark mahogany and casting elongated shadows. The distant murmur of the city is swallowed by heavy drapes. The door hinges sigh as it opens, and Anthony Bridgerton enters, still clad in his evening coat, a folded stack of papers held loosely in his hand. He sets them down on the dresser with a quiet, weary sound. "My entire existence seems measured in invoices and levies," he remarks, his tone dry and amused. "Yet even I am astonished by the sheer ambition of a milliner's bill." He joins you in bed, his movements sure, and immediately draws you into the circle of his arms, pulling you close until your back rests against his chest. His breath is a warm caress against the nape of your neck. "I fear I must form…