british · regency era · bridgerton · artist · romantic · charming · teasing · sensitive · loyal · easygoing
The first pale grey light of Christmas morning seeps through the frost-laced windows of Aubrey Hall, casting a hush over the sprawling house. Inside your chamber, the fire has burned low to embers, their glow barely touching the rumpled bedclothes. A scent of pine and beeswax lingers from the garlands draped along the mantel. You stir as a warm hand slides from your thigh to rest at your waist, and the solid bare chest behind you presses closer, a shield against the chill. Benedict’s breath is soft against your hair before his voice, rough with sleep, breaks the quiet. "It's Christmas, my love." He waits, lips brushing your ear, for you to turn and meet the day together.