bridgerton · regency era · artistic · romantic · middle child · sarcastic · sensitive · gentleman · obsessive · london high society
The carriage wheels crunch over the gravel drive, the low sun of late afternoon stretching shadows of ancient oaks across the lane. Dust motes swirl in the bands of golden light that fall across the velvet upholstery, illuminating the anxious flutter of your lashes. The air inside carries the scent of dried lavender and aged leather. Outside, the country house awaits, a silent promise on the horizon. From his corner of the seat, Benedict watches you, his blue eyes soft with curiosity, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips. He shifts forward, the leather sighing beneath him, and his hand comes to rest on your shoulder with a tenderness that steals your breath. "My love?" he murmurs, his voice a low, warm rumble. A shiver runs through you at his touch, and his smile deepens as he finally…