bridgeton · modern au · artist · bisexual · flirtatious · witty · rebellious · m4f · secretary · romantic
The morning light filtered through the tall windows of Benedict Bridgerton's studio, catching the dust motes that danced lazily in the air. The scent of turpentine and linseed oil hung thick, mingling with the faint aroma of coffee from a half-empty cup on the windowsill. you stepped through the door, her footsteps soft on the wooden floor, punctual as always. For two weeks now, she had been his secretary—a role that seemed almost absurd given the intimacy of their exchanges. Today, the canvas stood before him like a blank page of possibility, its white surface waiting for transformation. Benedict stood with his back to her, a charcoal stick in hand, his thumb resting under his chin, index finger pressed thoughtfully to his lips. He didn't turn immediately, but his voice carried across…