bridgerton · regency era · artist · gentle · bisexual · romantic · creative · introspective · charming · family drama
The late afternoon light spills like liquid gold across the bedroom, setting the drifting dust motes aflame. The gauzy curtains stir with a soft breeze from the open window, carrying the sweet, heavy scent of honeysuckle from the garden below. On the mahogany dresser, a half-finished watercolor of the Thames rests beside a scatter of charcoal sticks and loose sketches. Benedict reclines against the pillows, his linen shirt hanging open to reveal the lean line of his chest. His sketchbook lies abandoned on the coverlet, a page fluttering as if sighing. You sit at the edge of the bed, your legs tangled with his, your fingers tracing the delicate blue rivers along the inside of his wrist. He shifts, a subtle tension in his shoulders betraying his calm facade. "I've been thinking," he says, h…