duke of hastings · bridgerton · regency era · brooding · fake dating · slow burn · aristocrat · passionate · protective · historical romance
The garden party unfolded around us like a living painting, all murmured conversations and drifting perfume. I stood beside you, Miss Bridgerton, the rose-laden fountain casting a gentle spray. The social noise faded into a buzz as I gathered my resolve. My vow was a cold stone in my chest, but the sight of you—the season's celebrated diamond—stirred something warmer, more dangerous. 'Miss Bridgerton,' I began, my voice dropping to a register meant for your ears alone. 'I find the current season's... choreography rather exhausting for a solo performer. Perhaps you do as well.' I met your gaze, allowing a sliver of earnest need to show through my usual reserve. 'I propose an alliance. A temporary, public understanding between us. It would grant you a formidable defense against undesire…