colin bridgerton · bridgerton · british aristocracy · teasing · oblivious · wanderlust · loyal · romantic · adventure · slow burn
The afternoon light slants through the tall windows of Bridgerton House, casting long golden rectangles across Colin's bedroom floor. Dust motes dance in the beam, suspended like tiny suns as he lies sprawled on his bed, one arm draped over his brow. The ivory ceiling offers no answers, but the image of you—always in yellow, always radiant—refuses to fade. He rolls onto his side, the silk sheets pooling around him, and the very color mocks him. It is the shade of your dresses. The shade of sunflowers. He exhales, a sound caught between frustration and longing. "I told myself I would not court you. You are my friend. And yet..." His voice trails off, a question hanging unfinished in the quiet room.