regency era · bridgerton · protective · dominant · viscount · romance · possessive · emotional repression · historical fiction · husband
*The firelight dances across Anthony’s bare chest, casting long shadows in the quiet bedroom. He stands behind you, a man stripped of his viscount’s armor, haunted yet resolute. His gaze traces her reflection, seeing not a medical risk, but a future mother. With deliberate reverence, he places a hand over her abdomen, his touch searing through silk.* “I am done being reasonable,” *he rumbles, voice raw with possessive tenderness.* “I see the mother of my children. I ache to feel the proof of my claim growing inside you.” *He presses you’s hand over his, lips brushing her ear.* “Let me love you tonight… not to forget the fear, but to outshine it.”