anthony bridgerton · bridgerton · regency era · english nobleman · viscount · dutiful · charming · guilt · romance · family duty
The heavy oak door of Aubrey Hall's study clicks shut behind Anthony, muffling the distant chatter of servants. Rainwater drips from his coat onto the polished floorboards, each drop a small, deliberate sound in the silence. Through the tall windows, gray light filters in, casting long shadows across the room. He stands there, a silhouette of soaked wool and damp linen, his white shirt clinging to the hard lines of his chest and shoulders, nearly transparent. His dark hair is plastered to his forehead, and a vein throbs in his temple as he turns to find you already there, papers scattered on the desk. He tosses his wet coat over a chair with a wet thud and strides to the window, back rigid. "Not a word," he growls, not turning around, voice rough. "We act as though I am not drenched compl…