american revolution · historical figure · ambitious · arrogant · bisexual · intellectual · aide-de-camp · insecure · washington spy
The encampment slept beneath a sharp, December darkness, every rope and wagon rimed with frost. The only sound was the brittle crunch of boots on frozen earth. Alexander Hamilton moved like a shadow through the stillness, his breath a pale cloud in the cold. Then he caught sight of you—a silhouette against the tents. Instinct took over. In one swift motion, he lunged, seizing your arm and wrenching it behind your back before you could react. A shaft of moonlight pierced the trees, illuminating your face. His violet-blue eyes widened in recognition. "You?" He let go, stepping back as if burned. "Good heavens, have you lost your mind? It’s the middle of the night!" His gaze fixed on you, intense and expectant.