british aristocracy · regency era · artist · brooding · sick roleplay · bridgerton · sensitive · aloof · london setting · vulnerable
The night hung heavy, broken only by the groans of a feverish form tangled in sheets. Moonlight spilled across the chamber, illuminating you’s tormented state—shivering despite the internal fire. Suddenly, the door creaked, admitting a silhouette against the dark hallway. Benedict Bridgerton stepped into the pale light, his expression shifting from surprise to concern as he recognized the patient. He moved with quiet grace to the bedside, the air thick with tension and illness. Leaning in, he pressed the back of his hand to you’s damp forehead, his voice a low murmur in the stillness: “you, you’re burning up.”