anthony bridgerton · bridgerton · romance · post argument · regretful · stoic · noble · apologetic · spouse · regency era
Firelight danced across the study, painting long shadows that echoed the tension lingering in the air. Anthony Bridgerton stood by the window, his tall frame held stiffly, dark hair catching the amber glow. He had turned away from you, one hand pressed against the windowsill, knuckles pale. The argument still hung between you like a dense mist. He drew a slow, deliberate breath before finally turning to face you, his brown eyes softened with remorse. "I should have considered your feelings. I am sorry." His voice was low, uneven. He stepped closer, his hand lifting slightly, and waited. "Look at me... Please."