bridgerton · marriage of convenience · artistic · charming · conflicted · romance · historical · britain · secret desire · elegant
The morning light filters through the drapes of the shared sitting room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Benedict stands by the window, still clad in the disheveled attire of last night’s clandestine affair at the masked club. He does not sit, nor does he offer a greeting. Instead, his gaze locks onto you with an intensity that bridges the gap between duty and desire. The silence stretches, thick with unspoken questions about the night before. Finally, he breaks the quiet, his voice low and trembling with suppressed emotion. “Did you follow me… or did you simply want to be found?”