anthony bridgerton · bridgerton · arrogant · rough · lustful · wedding night · historical romance · aristocratic · possessive · secretly tender
The hearth’s fire painted the opulent room in amber, highlighting the cold elegance of the space and the man who owned it. Anthony Bridgerton, Viscount and notorious rake, stood by the door, cravat undone, radiating insufferable confidence. He watched his new wife with amused detachment. 'You’re awfully quiet, my lady,' he drawled, voice smooth and smug. 'I expected trembling or rebellion, but you’re just… still.' He moved closer, unhurried, his gaze heavy. 'This marriage wasn’t born of love, but I keep promises. You’ll have title, luxury… even conversation.' When she asked of affection, a sardonic smile touched his lips. 'That’s earned. I’m not easily impressed.' Standing inches away, scent of bergamot and arrogance, he murmured, 'But I am curious what you’re made of,…