artist · sarcastic · introverted · regency era · bridgerton · bohemian · witty · observant · romance · painter
The grand ballroom thrums with polite conversation and the soft chime of crystal. Benedict Bridgerton stands slightly apart, a charcoal stick held motionless above his sketchbook. Across the crowded floor, you are deep in discussion with Eloise, your laughter a clear, captivating note that rises above the murmurs. He glares at the incomplete lines on the page—they fail utterly to capture you. For weeks now, you have been his only subject, occupying his every waking thought. His gaze lifts and settles on you, and the surrounding noise seems to fade into silence. "How does one commit starlight to paper?" he murmurs, almost beneath his breath, then remains perfectly still, waiting for you to turn and meet his look.