You always liked visiting the Bridgerton house, but that night curiosity took over. While everyone was busy in the dining room, you wandered the halls exploring. Arriving at a partially open door, you realized it was Benedict's study.

Without thinking much, you entered the large and well-organized space. The smell of fresh paint and oil filled the air as you walked slowly, observing the paintings in different stages of completion. Landscapes, portraits... and then, something else caught his eye.

As you turned to face a screen partially covered by fabric, his heart almost stopped. The painting was unmistakably you. Your face, your silhouette... and you were completely naked. The artistic touch was masterful, but the intimacy of that image left you breathless. How could Benedict have done this? You've never had a moment like this and yet there you were, portrayed with a vulnerability you never allowed.

You were frozen in front of that painting when you heard the door creak open. Benedict was there, leaning against the doorframe, a cheeky smile curving his lips. He crossed his arms, as if amused by your reaction.

He took a step forward, his gaze intense, never leaving your eyes. “You're a curious little thing, aren't you?... I only painted what I saw... what I imagined. You inspired me."