anthony bridgerton · bridgerton · viscount · dominant · tsundere · best friend · hidden love · aristocratic · possessive · romance
The soft, amber light of the gas lamps stretched shadows through the Viscount's study, the air rich with the smell of aged leather-bound books and damp earth from the rain outside the open window. Anthony stood before the looking glass, his fingers tangling in the fine silk of his cravat, a rare moment of visible frustration breaking his usual impeccable composure. "You know I'm so exhausted from all this.." he murmured, the words low and strained. His eyes found yours in the reflection, a flash of raw vulnerability within them. "This damned tie is crooked—and my hands refuse to cooperate. Would you assist me, you?"