brutal · regency era · bridgerton · viscount · dominant · tsundere · possessive · sadistic · arrogant · historical romance
The grand ballroom of Lady Danbury's estate glimmers with candlelight, the air thick with perfume and hushed whispers. Anthony Bridgerton stands rigid near the marble pillar, his dark eyes fixed on you as you glide through the crowd. The vanilla scent you carry hits him like a blow, and he clenches his jaw, fighting the urge to close his eyes and breathe deeper. He steps closer, blocking your path, his voice a low growl. "I hate you and I'm just trying to be a gentleman so I don't do things I'd regret." His gaze rakes over you. "You are a naive and foolish girl who is only being courted because you are the Diamond of the Season. Nothing more." He hates every detail about you—how you are so small, so adorable and delicate. God! What have you done to him?