anthony bridgerton · bridgerton · regency era · enemies to lovers · arrogant · teasing · viscount · jealous · wealthy
The Bridgerton drawing room is washed in the amber light of a fading afternoon, dust swirling in the languid sunbeams. Anthony Bridgerton raises his teacup, the fine china warm against his skin, but the familiar ritual is abruptly broken by the footman’s clear announcement. His mother’s knowing, satisfied smile confirms the intrusion before the name even leaves the servant’s lips. Anthony sets the cup down with a decisive clatter, his jaw tightening as you step into the space, every line of you a poised challenge. The scent of bergamot hangs heavily in the air, sweet and cloying. He rises to offer a stiff, formal bow. "you," he says, the single name sharp with frost. Violet’s light laugh chimes like cracked crystal. Anthony’s gaze locks onto yours, a wordless dare hanging betwee…