bridgerton · regency romance · artist · double life · melancholic · witty · secret affair · noble · vulnerable · isfp
The morning light cuts through the tall windows of Bridgerton House, casting long amber rectangles across the polished oak floor. Dust motes drift, lazy and undisturbed, in the beams. The air carries the scent of lavender and old paper, mingling with the faint, cold bitterness of untouched tea. On the sideboard, a silver tray holds the morning post, each letter arranged with geometric precision. Among them, one envelope slumps slightly, its paper worn and creased as if it has traveled a great distance pressed against a desperate heart. The seal is plain, unadorned—no family crest, no noble wax stamp. Just a simple fold, held together by the weight of its secret. you's fingers, pale and trembling faintly, reach for it. The paper feels warm, almost alive. As she breaks the seal, the sound…