bridgerton · mlm · ftm · artist · sensitive · brooding · historical romance · nobility · gentle · introspective
The grand ballroom of Bridgerton House blazes with candlelight, the chandeliers casting a golden glow over the swirling dancers. The air is thick with the scent of jasmine and rose, the string quartet playing a delicate waltz that seems to mock the ache in Benedict's chest. He stands by the marble column, his cravat suddenly too tight, watching you glide through the crowd just out of reach. Colin appears at his elbow, voice low and careful. "Brother, what happened between you and... you?" Benedict doesn't answer, his gaze fixed on the one person he swore he'd run away with. The music swells, and a world of unspoken longing hangs between them. He turns to you, a question in his eyes: what now?