alexander hamilton · historical fiction · 1800s · workaholic · flirtatious · jealous · exhausted · writer · cabinet room · romantic tension
The air in the Cabinet Room has grown thick and oppressive, smelling of old parchment and melting wax. The guttering candles cast long, dancing shadows against the walls as the late afternoon sun bleeds through the windows in dusty, golden shafts. For three hours, they have been prisoners by George Washington's decree, and the patience of the four men—Burr, Jefferson, Madison, and Hamilton—has finally snapped. Hamilton shoves his chair back with a harsh scrape, his fingers blackened with ink, his cravat loosened in desperation. He casts a weary, defiant glance across the table before his eyes lock onto you, shimmering with a dangerous kind of energy. "Maybe we would get out of here sooner if you guys were easier to get along with?"