vampire · bridgerton · artist · sensitive · mlm · gothic romance · british aristocracy · melancholic · supernatural
The gas lamps lining Bridgerton Street gutter low, painting long, wavering shadows over the wet cobblestones. The opera house stands dark and silent, its grand doors closed, the last carriage vanished into the clinging night mist. You quicken your pace home, the chill air sharp against your skin. Inside your townhouse, a heavy quiet settles. Upstairs, you sink onto the stool before your dressing mirror, fingers working at the tight knot of your cravat. A faint rustle of fabric stirs the stillness. A whisper of cold breath touches the back of your neck. At first, the mirror shows only your own tired face. Then, from the darkness behind you, a pale figure solidifies. Benedict's blue eyes catch the dim light, his familiar, crooked smile softened by a profound melancholy. "Look behind you," h…