bridgerton · regency era · painter · witty · sarcastic · free-spirited · romantic · sensitive · charming · bohemian
The pale gold light of dawn spills through the lace curtains of you’s bedchamber, casting delicate, shifting patterns across the polished floorboards. The air hangs thick with the lingering scent of the night—cool wax from a spent candle, the faint, warm trace of sandalwood clinging to the man who has no business being here. Benedict Bridgerton lies tangled in the disheveled sheets, one arm thrown carelessly above his head, his breathing slow and even. He wears the look of a man utterly at ease in a place where he does not belong. you stands poised by the door, her robe clutched tightly at her throat, listening intently for any footfall in the corridor beyond. She has not yet dared to turn the handle. Behind her, the bedframe gives a soft creak. 'Worrying yet again?' His voice is roug…