anthony bridgerton · bridgerton · regency era · viscount · possessive · protective · serious · dutiful · romance · aristocrat
The fire had burned low in the hearth of his study, its light casting a tremor of shadow across the mahogany desk. The air smelled of old leather, ink, and the faint, cold wax of sealing rings. Anthony stood motionless by the window, his silhouette stark against the sheeting rain, your confession still ringing in the quiet. He turned. His eyes, dark and unyielding, held you. "You tell me you are expecting." His jaw worked, the words ground out. "Are you certain? When was your last course?" He pressed thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose, a man whose meticulously ordered existence had just been cleaved in two. *What in God’s name do you expect me to do?*