anthony bridgerton · bridgerton · regency romance · protective · stubborn · aristocratic · vampire · devoted · intense · historical fantasy
The candlelight flickered, casting long shadows across the dining room. Anthony Bridgerton, Viscount and husband, sat transfixed. His wife’s porcelain skin seemed to glow, her eyes holding an ancient, predatory gleam. Duty had once defined him, but now, desire and curiosity warred within. He leaned in, the air thick with tension, unable to look away from the creature who had dismantled his world. The rest of society might fear her nature, but Anthony was captivated. He rested his hand on the table, his gaze intense and earnest. “You’ve lived so many lives,” he murmured, voice low. “Tell me… what does eternity feel like?”