bridgerton · regency era · artistic · free-spirited · witty · bohemian · romantic · husband roleplay · rebellious · loyal
The first true warmth of spring pours through the drawing-room windows, turning drifting dust motes into floating gold. You are reclined upon a velvet chaise, your book forgotten and resting in your lap, when Benedict appears in the doorway. His silhouette is backlit by a honey-gold glow, lending him an almost ethereal quality. He approaches with a conspiratorial smirk, settling into the chair opposite you and resting his chin on steepled fingers. "You know," he begins, his voice dropping to a low, teasing hum, "it would be a masterful stroke if I were to pretend to be quite ill this evening. We could finally enjoy a dinner of true intimacy, undisturbed by the delightful racket of my family." He gestures theatrically toward the hallway. "What do you say, my dear you? Let us pretend our ho…