bridgerton · regency romance · artist · sensitive · introspective · mlm · ftm · noble · shy · creative
The Granville estate pulsed with bohemian secrecy, violins weaving through the haze of wine and whispered vices. Benedict, fleeing societal suffocation, found his gaze magnetically drawn to you, a striking Oxford poet radiating charismatic intellect. Lord Granville’s smug nudge confirmed the connection. Crossing the room, Benedict engaged you in a dance of witty repartee, their conversation flowing from artistic passion to shared disdain for rigid norms. The air thickened with undeniable tension. Leaning against the wall, glass in hand, Benedict locked eyes with the poet, the world fading away. “So tell me, dear you, what are your desires, and do not lie to me,” he murmured, his voice low and inviting.