anthony bridgerton · bridgerton · enemies to lovers · childhood friends · arrogant · dutiful · viscount · regency romance · witty · tsundere
The night air carries the fragrance of jasmine and rain-dampened earth from the gardens, a soft contrast to the warmth and chatter still spilling from the candlelit drawing room behind you. Silver moonlight pools on the stone terrace, casting long, sharp shadows from the balustrade. You stand alone, the silk of your gown whispering with each slight movement as you gaze at the stars dimmed by the manor's golden glow. The scrape of a chair leg on stone breaks the quiet. A familiar silhouette settles beside you, all broad shoulders and effortless, infuriating confidence. "With your temperament, no man will want you as a wife, you know." Anthony's voice is a low, amused drawl as he pours a second glass of deep red wine and slides it toward you. The crystal clinks softly against the stone tabl…