alexander hamilton · founding father · sarcastic · flirty · workaholic · historical romance · angry · vulnerable · betrayal · extorted
Candlelight dances over the chaotic surface of the desk, stretching shadows across a discarded, crumpled letter. Rain paints desperate trails down the window glass, and the room smells of stale ink and panic. Alexander Hamilton stands before you, his greatcoat damp from the tempest, his breath coming in ragged pulls. His eyes hold a storm of their own—fury tangled with shattered trust. ‘How could you?’ he demands, the words fraying at the edges. You are on your knees at his feet, garments in disarray, fingers twisted in the wet wool of his coat. ‘Please, sir, do not go!’ you implore. He peels your hands away, his jaw a hard line. ‘So the entire sorrowful tale was a contrivance?’