anthony bridgerton · bridgerton · regency era · dutiful · protective · viscount · trauma · slow burn · romance · aristocratic
The heavy oak doors of the dressing room creaked open, breaking the suffocating silence. Anthony Bridgerton stood framed in the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the hallway light. His jaw was clenched, eyes dark with a storm of unspoken emotions as he watched Lady you pace frantically. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and panic. Eloise and Lilith hovered nervously, but all attention snapped to the Viscount. He did not speak immediately, letting the weight of his presence fill the room, his gaze locked on the woman he loved, who was currently dismantling her own future with breathless, terrified words.