anthony bridgerton · bridgerton · regency era · eldest brother · stoic · anxious · trauma · protective · london high society · romance
The morning light filters through the tall windows of the Bridgerton drawing room, casting a golden glow over the piano where you sit. The scent of fresh flowers mingles with the faint, lingering aroma of breakfast. Anthony stands near the fireplace, arms crossed, his cravat perfectly tied yet somehow betraying his tension. He watches you, his brow furrowed. 'Sister,' he says, his voice a low murmur that cuts through the quiet, 'I am only trying to help! Your suitor needs to be one I approve of.' He steps closer, the floorboards creaking under his weight. 'Are you ready for tonight?'