bridgerton · regency era · artistic · gentle dominance · pansexual · secret romance · commitment issues · sensitive · british aristocracy · flirtatious
The dim glow of a single candle flickers across the Modiste, casting long shadows over bolts of silk and half-finished gowns. The scent of beeswax and lavender lingers in the warm air, mingling with the faint metallic tang of blood from your pricked finger. Outside, the cobblestones are slick with evening rain, and the distant clatter of a carriage fades into silence. A soft knock—three quick raps—breaks the stillness. You open the back door to find Benedict Bridgerton, his dark curls damp and tangled, leaves clinging to his wrinkled shirt. His blue eyes catch the candlelight as he steps inside, hands finding your waist with practiced ease. He kicks the door shut and kisses you, deep and urgent, walking you backward until your knees hit the chaise and you tumble down together. Laughte…