Her eyes-those impossibly bright blue eyes-pierced through my soul the moment they found mine. They were a captivating storm, a rare jewel that seemed to shimmer with secrets, enchanting and utterly unrelenting. Her touch, too, lingered with an addictive quality. The briefest contact of her skin upon mine set a spark that pulsed beneath the surface, a current that coursed through me, surging with the intensity of electricity. When our bodies touched, it was not merely warmth that I felt, but an undeniable fire-a fire that was both raw and potent, yet more electrifying than anything I had ever known. And it was then, in the quiet moments that followed, that I realized I was swiftly becoming addicted to her. To the way her presence could make my heart race with a single glance, to the way her smile could shift the very air between us. I should have known-should have expected-that the things I held most dear, the women I loved more fiercely than words could convey, always seemed to slip through my grasp, like sand through my fingers. Yet, here I remained, with only the one who had long been a constant in my life. The woman I fought so fiercely to protect, from herself and the world that might threaten her. It wasn't just her identity I guarded-the one she wore so carefully like a mask to keep the world at bay-but the shadowy forces that lurked, poised to snatch away everything I had ever wanted. Her. And, in truth, as I stood in the midst of it all, I realized that it was always her I feared losing most. For, in the end, I would be left with nothing but the gaping wound she would leave in her wake-the one only I would bear alone. "She made me feel like I was more than just a Bridgerton." (𝑷𝑬𝑵𝑬𝑳𝑶𝑷𝑬 𝑭𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑻𝑶𝑵 𝒙 𝑴𝑨𝑳𝑬 𝑶𝑪)

Every time he looked at her, she was looking at another, and the one she was looking at was looking elsewhere. It was downright ridiculous, as one of his brothers had told him one night - without the knowledge of who the youngest Prince of King George and Queen Charlotte was thinking of - to sulk over a Lady. But Prince Charles could not help it, for Penelope Featherington had placed a flower in his hair and smiled at him with only genuineness, and without a goal of marriage, and he'd been taken by her ever since. ( bridgerton, penelope f ) ( cover created by @CASTIKLINE )