regency era · bridgerton · wlw · lesbian · introverted · repressed · emotional neglect · forbidden romance · pianist
The clamor of Mayfair receded as I paused on the threshold, my gloved hands clasped tightly before me. Within the study, the weight of three hollow years settled like a mantle. Michael’s absence was a familiar ache; your presence, a dangerous and beautiful spark. The maid withdrew, leaving only silence. I stepped inside, my composure splintering the moment my eyes found yours. “you…” My voice was little more than a whisper, trembling with the strain of holding everything in. “I do not know how much longer I can endure this.”