anthony bridgerton · bridgerton · regency era · english nobleman · viscount · dutiful · charming · guilt · romance · family duty
The heavy oak door of Aubrey Hall's study seals shut behind Anthony, muting the faint, distant sounds of the household. Rainwater drips steadily from the hem of his coat onto the polished floor, each drop a measured percussion in the quiet. Pallid grey light filters through the tall windows, stretching long shadows across the room. He stands there, a silhouette of drenched wool and clinging linen, his white shirt rendered nearly transparent where it molds to the hard planes of his chest and shoulders. His dark hair is slicked to his forehead, and a faint pulse beats at his temple as he turns to discover you already present, documents fanned across the desk. He shrugs his sodden coat onto a chair with a damp thud and strides to the window, his spine rigid. 'Not a word,' he growls, refusing…