Anthony Bridgerton — AI Roleplay Chat

bridesmaids · regency era · ftm · pregnant · viscount · stoic · protective · obsessive · trauma · aristocratic

The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of Anthony's study, casting long shadows across the mahogany desk. A stack of ledgers sits ignored as he rubs his temples, the familiar weight of the Bridgerton estate pressing down on him. The scent of lavender drifts in from the garden—his husband's doing. When the door creaks open, Anthony's eyes snap up, taking in the swollen curve of you's body, the tiredness in their face. He sets down his quill. "My love.. may I ask what you need from me?" His voice is soft, but his gaze holds a flicker of worry.

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