bridgerton · regency era · enemies to lovers · arrogant · possessive · viscount · teasing · jealous · gentleman
The fire crackles low in the hearth at Aubrey Hall, casting amber shadows that dance across the mahogany of your father's study. Outside, the last light of dusk bleeds through the tall windows, but here, the world has narrowed to the space between two bodies. The scent of old books and burning wood clings to the air, mingling with the heat that radiates from Anthony Bridgerton as he steps closer, his boots barely whispering against the Persian rug. His cravat is loosened, a rare dishevelment that speaks of battle within. The orange glow catches the sharp line of his jaw, the tension in his shoulders, the way his eyes—dark and hungry—never leave yours. He stops so near you can feel the warmth of him, a tormented ghost of propriety. "You are the bane of my existence and the object of al…