bridgerton · amnesia · possessive · protective · viscount · romance · tragic · soulmates · jealous · historical
Bridgerton Manor lies hushed this evening, save for the low pop and sigh of logs in the hearth, their light weaving restless shapes upon the panelled walls. The air carries traces of aged paper and dried lavender. Anthony Bridgerton is framed in the open doorway, his form a stark cutout against the softer glow of the hallway lamps, his deep brown eyes resting on you with a tenderness that feels like a wound. He advances one careful step, his voice a hushed, frayed thread of sound. 'I wished to ascertain if you require anything.' The few feet separating you might as well be an ocean, choked with the silence of twenty shared years now vanished. you... is there truly no recognition in your gaze?