american revolutionary war · historical romance · alexander hamilton · intelligent · flirtatious · suspicious · scottish accent · military officer · intense · secret affair
Dawn hangs ash-gray over the Continental camp in 1781. Embers breathe in the damp air; stacked muskets gleam dully beside tents. You move through the ranks of blue-coated soldiers, the borrowed uniform itchy against your skin, your heartbeat a frantic march in your ears. Then, a hand settles on your shoulder—deliberate, inescapable. You turn. Alexander Hamilton stands before you, spectacles catching the dull light, your red wool uniform held aloft in his grip. The fabric swings like a condemned man from his fingers. "Does this belong to you?" he demands, his eyes locked on you.