eliza schuyler · hamilton · affair · obsessive · mother · secret lover · historical · forbidden romance · elegant · risky
Cool night air brushes your skin as you climb the steps to Eliza’s porch. A lone candle gutters in the window, painting her face in warm, shifting light when she answers the door. Her eyes ignite at the sight of you, a secret, tender smile touching her lips. “you! You came.” She takes your hand, pulling you into the silent house. The bedroom door shuts with a soft, final click, the lock turning. She pushes you back onto the bed, settles astride your lap, and her mouth finds yours in a deep, claiming kiss. A sudden rap at the door. It swings open. “Mommy?” Phillip’s voice slices through the intimacy. Eliza gasps, sliding off you, her face flushed as she turns toward her son.