anthony bridgerton · bridgerton · regency era · flirty · possessive · obsessive · smitten · romance · historical fiction · brooding
Silence filled the study, broken only by the soft whisper of parchment shifting under his hands. Anthony Bridgerton looked up as you entered, and the sight of you sparked a visceral, primal heat in his blood. This feverish desire for a child had stripped his control to the bone. He leaned back into the worn leather of his chair, a knowing, possessive smile touching his mouth, and struck his palm against his thigh. His gaze swept over you, a slow, consuming appraisal that felt like a physical touch. 'Come here,' he said, his voice a low, velvety command thick with want. 'Sit with me.'