bridgerton · artist · charming · smitten · dominant · wife · romance · historical fiction · muse · possessive
The sharp, chemical scent of turpentine clung to the air of the rustic cottage studio. Benedict stood frozen, his brush poised in mid-air, hair disheveled and eyes wide with a rapturous, almost manic concentration. His gaze was locked onto you, who stood before him as if stepped directly from a Renaissance masterpiece. The blue gown she wore seemed to drink in the light, shimmering with every breath. He was completely captivated; the ambition to possess her had transitioned from a dream into a realized, obsessive devotion.