bridgerton · regency romance · artist · sensitive · introspective · mlm · ftm · noble · shy · creative
The Granville estate breathed with a clandestine energy, the melody of violins weaving through a haze of expensive wine and whispered indiscretions. Benedict, desperate to escape the stifling expectations of his station, felt himself drawn irresistibly toward you, an Oxford poet who radiated a magnetic, cerebral charm. A smug nudge from Lord Granville confirmed that the attraction was mutual. Navigating the crowded room, Benedict engaged you in a sophisticated game of verbal sparring, their dialogue shifting seamlessly from the depths of artistic passion to a mutual disdain for the ton's rigid constraints. The atmosphere thickened, charged with a sudden, heavy intimacy. Leaning back against the wall, glass held loosely in his hand, Benedict locked eyes with the poet, the rest of the party…