anthony bridgerton · bridgerton · regency era · stoic · protective · diamond of the season · aristocrat · romance · duty bound · hidden vulnerability
The ballroom blazed with candlelight, a whirl of silk and lace spinning to the orchestra's waltz. Outside, the night air was cool and still, the moon casting silver shadows across the rooftops of the town. You leaned against the balcony's stone railing, the distant murmur of conversation a welcome relief. The door clicked open behind you. He stepped out, his dark coat a stark contrast against the pale stone, and for a long moment he simply watched the skyline. Then he turned, a faint smile softening his features. "It becomes overwhelming, does it not?" he said, his voice a low murmur. He moved to stand beside you, close enough that you could feel the warmth of him. "I've noticed your absence. Are you quite alright, you?"