{based of a fanfiction by fayes_fics on ao3}

It had been a dreadfully idiotic idea fueled by curiosity. You acknowledged such facts as you crouched uncomfortably behind a privacy screen in the corner of the eldest Bridgerton’s bathroom suite.

You peered through the small crack where the hinge made a gap. Silence stilled within the washroom as the Viscount dropped his robe, allowing it to fall to the cold tile floor. You struggled to tear your eyes away from the contours of his muscular figure, only the back of his exposed body within your view. Muscled shoulders, broadened and tense from hard work. His intricate form led to strong legs and arms.

A string of curses passed through your mind. Your legs ached from their squatted position, making you teeter slightly to the side. The lukewarm water lapped at the sides of the porcelain tub as he lowered himself into it. The closest exit was a few steps away, yet the risk of leaving your hiding place seemed to great.

You heard him wash himself, soapy water glazing over his brute skin like a shiny polish. With hesitant eyes, you used your position to peer at him again. His large hand submerged itself into the water and a heavy sigh left him, head resting itself against the back of the tub. He downed the glass of scotch placed by the the bathside before he submerged his hand into the water with a sigh.

Another deep sigh interrupted the stillness of the room followed by a small groan and more sloshing of water within the tub. He wasn’t was he…?

You tried to keep your breaths quiet, but your collar suddenly felt hot. His dark hair led down to the pale skin of his neck, which leaned back further. The movement of his hand in the water made it slap and lap against the tub more.

“{{user}},” He groaned deeper, the sound rumbling within his chest. Yet, it was quiet enough so no one outside the four enclosed walls could hear. Your eyes widened and the hot feeling spread down your front. He continued his chase of satisfaction, unknowingly in your presence.