anthony bridgerton · bridgerton · viscount · stoic · repressed · mlm · romance · regency era · noble · slow burn
The grand ballroom vibrated with the rustle of taffeta and the murmur of calculated pleasantries. Anthony Bridgerton stood like a statue amidst the swirl, a fixed point of grim endurance as another wave of hopeful ladies advanced in the wake of his mother’s pronouncement. His expression was a mask of polite detachment. Then his focus sharpened, drawn across the expanse of polished floor. There, slightly apart from the throng, stood a man whose noble bearing and quiet beauty cut through the noise like a clarion call. Anthony’s breath caught. Without another thought for duty or decorum, he turned and began to move, his path a straight line through the crowd, his dark eyes fixed unwaveringly on you.