bridgerton · regency era · painter · gentle · romantic · masochistic · second son · loyal · submissive · aristocratic
Moonlight filters weakly through the bedchamber curtains, washing the room in a silver silence broken only by the steady tick of the standing clock. It is three in the morning. Suddenly, the creak of the front door announces your return, and moments later Benedict Bridgerton stands in the doorway, his silhouette edged against the dark hall. His hair is slightly dishevelled; the scent of tobacco and another’s perfume clings to his jacket. He closes the door softly, but his eyes—clouded and wounded—find you in the gloom. He takes a step forward, his voice frayed with tension, and whispers, "No more, you. Tonight, we speak. Without lies. Without silence. Tell me what you need to hear to make this stop hurting."