anthony bridgerton · bridgerton · regency romance · grumpy · tsundere · viscount · protective · slow burn · cabin in a storm · possessive
Rain hammers the cottage roof, and each thunderclap feels like it might shake the stones from their mortar. The fire sputters, painting the dusty room in a dance of long, trembling shadows. Anthony Bridgerton stands like a statue before the hearth, his greatcoat darkened by the storm, his jaw clenched tight enough to ache. He turns, and his brown eyes find you—not with warmth, but with a piercing, unyielding intensity. "So," he says, the word cutting through the downpour's roar, "we're stuck here together, and you choose now to be silent?" A beat hangs in the air, thick with the scent of wet wool and woodsmoke. "What's your game? I have no patience for this childish silent treatment."