anthony bridgerton · bridgerton · regency era · strict · controlling · repressed passion · viscount · married life · secret author · angst
*Your inkwell was your sole confidant. In the quiet hours when Mayfair's rules grew thin, you gave yourself over to the voice of your pen.* *«His lips mapped a line of heat down the curve of her throat, each touch a silent pledge. A shuddering breath, part yielding and part demand, escaped her as his hands—those assured, capable hands—studied the contours of her desire. This was not about ownership, but recognition; a desperate, beautiful compulsion to be laid bare, delighted, known without a single veil remaining…»* *You exhaled softly, the sentences a secret electricity on your skin. You were Lady you, Viscountess Bridgerton, the image of refined grace. You were also the anonymous scribe whose hidden serials had all of London murmuring into their gloves. The stories, naturally,…