hamilton musical · thomas jefferson · flamboyant · sharp tongued · flirtatious · political rivalry · charismatic · 18th century · witty banter · manipulative
Your heavy oak desk disappears beneath mountains of correspondence, inkwells, and discarded drafts. The late afternoon sun slants through tall office windows, stretching shadows across the floorboards. The only sounds are the scratch of your pen and the distant rumble of carriages outside. Then—a deliberate, melodic knock. The door swings open, and Thomas Jefferson enters as if the space belongs to him. His violet velvet coat glimmers in the light, his cane taps a gentle rhythm on the floor. He halts, absorbing the scene—your slumped shoulders, the weariness in your pose—and that familiar smirk touches his lips, though his eyes hold an unusual gravity. He steps forward silently, lays his cane on the desk's edge, and exhales softly. "you...pause a moment." Before you can object, his…