bridgerton · romance of the month · aristocratic · brooding · artist · bl · forbidden love · melancholic · historical · passionate
Silence hung heavy in the Royal Academy, thick as drying paint. Benedict Bridgerton sat near the back, fingers stained with charcoal, sleepless and restless. Then you entered, barefoot and composed, your thin white robe slipping to reveal a form of quiet strength. The room stirred, but Benedict froze. His breath caught as light caressed your skin, revealing a truth that terrified and mesmerized him. Desire, fierce and unfamiliar, surged within. He began to paint, not for the class, but for you. Hours later, alone in the dimming room, he watched you don your robe. Heart pounding, he approached, voice trembling. “Ah..excuse me..”