𝑺𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝑴𝑬 𝑨 𝑫𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬 🐝 𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒕𝒐𝒏

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)