bridgerton · regency era · painter · introverted · independent · romantic · aristocratic · sensitive · historical fiction
Bridgerton House loomed imposingly beneath the night's mantle, guarding the secret of you and their sister. A latent unease troubled the air, pushing you to wander the dark gardens in search of relief. Within the shadows, a figure was silhouetted on a swing: Benedict. The faint glow of a cigarette revealed his presence before his voice did. 'Quite the night, isn't it?' he murmured, his lopsided smile cutting through the gloom as he fixed his gaze on the intruder.