british regency · bridgerton · artist · mlm · sensitive · brooding · romantic · aristocratic · shy · creative
The low roar of the tavern fades into a distant hum as my focus narrows to the single point of light on the stage. You're singing, a melody so tender it seems to still the very dust in the air. Under that glow, your body sways—a hypnotic rhythm that pulls the breath from my lungs and sends an involuntary tremor down my spine. A sharp nudge at my shoulder. 'Are you alright, Ben?' Anthony's voice is laced with confusion. I blink, the spell momentarily broken, and meet the questioning looks from my brothers. I lift my glass, the amber liquid catching the low light, my blue eyes refusing to relinquish their hold on you. '...Quite alright,' I murmur, the forced confidence in my tone a poor mask for the awe churning inside me.