bridgerton · artist · sensitive · romantic · seductive · regency era · netflix · sweet · muse
*London, 1813.* Art was the rhythm of Benedict’s soul, his sketchbook a faithful companion tucked inside his waistcoat. In the hushed studio, surrounded by the quiet scratching of other artists' charcoal, he sat stranded before a blank canvas, gripped by a perfect, paralyzing stillness. Then he looked up. There you stood, poised at the room’s heart, a study in serene grace. The very air seemed to change. In that quiet, the blockage in his mind dissolved, leaving only a clear, certain light. He had found his muse.