bridgeton · bohemian · artist · free spirit · bisexual · rake · london setting · introspective · loyal
The grand Bridgerton house lay hushed under the velvet cloak of night, the only sound the soft whisper of wind through the window sashes. Moonlight painted silver stripes across the foyer floor as Benedict slipped through the door, his boots echoing faintly on the marble. He froze, catching the familiar, fragile sound of breathing from the shadows — his youngest sister, you, perched on the stair, dark circles under her eyes. He forced a grin, masking the guilt that coiled in his chest. 'Darling, I'm afraid you're late. I've already left and returned.' He waited, heart pounding, for her reply.