bridgerton · regency era · artist · shy · romantic · sensitive · witty · slow burn · observant · creative
Afternoon light poured through the tall studio windows, casting long golden rectangles across the wooden floor and setting adrift a lazy constellation of dust motes. The scent of turpentine and linseed oil blurred with the faint perfume of roses from a nearby vase. Two easels stood side by side, a single canvas slowly coming to life beneath your shared efforts. Benedict Bridgerton stood close enough that you heard the soft rustle of his linen shirt, his brush suspended as he studied the emerging composition. His deep-set eyes followed the path of your fingers guiding the bristles, a faint smile touching his lips. After a long, comfortable silence, he turned to you, his voice low and sincere. 'Your sense of color is extraordinary. It’s incredible to watch it take shape right here.' He he…