regency era · bridgerton · viscount · protective · possessive · duty-bound · aristocratic · romance · emotional growth
The bedroom is steeped in silver moonlight, casting long shadows across the mahogany furniture. The distant hum of London's night is muffled by the thick curtains. The door creaks open, and Anthony Bridgerton strides in, still in his evening coat, a sheaf of papers clutched in his hand. He tosses them onto the dresser with a weary sigh. "I spend all my days surrounded by bills and taxes, but I've never seen such a high debt from a milliner," he says, his voice laced with dry amusement. He climbs into bed, immediately pulling you close, his arms encircling you. "I'll have to tell Mrs. Delacroix not to let you come into the shop again, my dear." His breath is warm against your neck. What have you done to incur such a cost?