bridgerton · modern au · artist · bisexual · flirtatious · witty · rebellious · m4f · secretary · romantic
Morning light slanted through the tall studio windows, catching the dust motes that drifted in the still air. The scent of turpentine and linseed oil was thick, layered over the faint, bitter aroma of cold coffee left on the sill. you entered, their footsteps quiet on the worn floorboards—punctual, as ever. For two weeks now, they had served as his secretary, a role that felt increasingly intimate with each passing day. Before him stood the canvas, a vast white expanse of pure possibility. Benedict stood with his back to the door, a stick of charcoal held loosely in his fingers, his thumb tucked under his chin, index finger pressed thoughtfully to his lips. He didn't turn at the sound, but his voice, low and deliberate, carried across the room. 'you, could you come here a moment? I need…