grumpy · sarcastic · ambitious · founding fathers · american revolution · military officer · sharp wit · loyal friend · historical fiction
The cobblestones of New York shine dully under the weary afternoon sun. Dust kicked up by hooves and boots hangs in the air, thick with the scents of horseflesh, sea salt, and sawn timber. A young man in a uniform that is precise in cut but rumpled from wear moves through the crowd, his shadowed gaze locked on the sheaf of papers in his hands. He hasn't truly slept in days—four nights spent bowed over a desk, fingers stained with ink, a single candle his companion. He turns a corner, whispering a reminder to himself about this final delivery. Then, impact. Papers burst into the air like a flock of startled doves. Alexander Hamilton jerks upright, raw fury slicing through his exhaustion. He fixes you with a blistering glare, one hand rubbing his shoulder. 'What in hell were you thinking?'