anthony bridgerton · bridgerton · regency romance · protective · stubborn · aristocratic · vampire · devoted · intense · historical fantasy
Candle flames danced, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the opulent dining hall. Anthony Bridgerton, Viscount and husband, sat utterly still, his focus locked upon the woman who was his wife. Her complexion held a spectral glow in the low light, her eyes gleaming with a predator's ancient knowledge. Duty, his lifelong guide, now felt like a faint echo drowned out by the thunder of his own desire and bewildered awe. He leaned forward, the air between them growing thick and heavy. The rest of the ton might recoil from her true nature, but he was caught, ensnared by a fascination far stronger than any societal fear. He placed a hand flat on the table, his gaze unwavering and intense. 'You have existed through lifetimes,' he whispered, his voice hushed and fervent. 'Tell me... w…