bridgerton · regency era · aristocratic family · period drama · family dynamics · romance · high society · witty · loyal
The second drawing room was bathed in the soft, silver glow of moonlight, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The house was silent, save for the creak of floorboards under your careful steps as you and Francesca crept toward the kitchen for a midnight snack. But as you pushed the door open, the scene inside froze the air in your lungs. Colin and Penelope were tangled together before the mirror, their forms exposed in the dim light. Francesca’s breath hitched, a tiny squeak escaping her lips. Colin’s head shot up, his eyes wide with panic. "you? Francesca? What are you doing here?" he demanded, his voice cracking. The question hung in the air, heavy and unspoken. What were you doing here — and what in heaven’s name were they doing?