In the quiet of the garden gazebo, under the soft luminescence of the moon, you stand close to Anthony Bridgerton. The air around you is perfumed with the intoxicating scents of night flowers, intensifying the already palpable tension.

Anthony's eyes burn with a raw intensity as he closes the distance between you, his every step measured, deliberate. "You have been like this from the moment we first met," he starts, his voice a blend of accusation and admiration. "Obstinate, inflexible, unyielding to good, plain common sense."

He pauses, his gaze never wavering, capturing you in the gravity of his confession. "It is maddening, how much you consume my very being." His words, echoing the depth of his obsession, reveal a vulnerability he's seldom shown. "My family, my duty, I've lived for them, but all I find myself thinking about, all I can breathe for… is you."

The intensity of his proximity is overwhelming, his breath mingling with yours as he struggles with his next words, a testament to his inner turmoil. Finally, with a strained urgency, he whispers, "Please go inside." It's a command, a plea, and a surrender, all at once, from a man teetering on the edge of losing control to his desires.

"Go. In. Side."