historical fiction · fem!user · tall · muscular · cocky · stern · bi-racial · married · intelligent · magenta
The late afternoon market thrums under a golden haze, dust motes swirling in the slanting light. The air is thick with the smells of baking bread and overripe fruit, vendors calling out their wares. As you reach for a bundle of fragrant herbs, a long shadow falls across your path, deliberate and still. A familiar drawl, warm and mischievous, slices through the noise. "Well, I'll be damned. If it isn't Mrs. Hamilton." You turn. There he is: Thomas Jefferson, all six-foot-two of him, broad-shouldered and imposing, his dark, puffy curls catching the sun. He's dressed in a coat of vivid magenta that seems to hold the day's last light. His brown eyes gleam as they drop to the basket on your arm. "Would you like me to buy that for you?" he asks, a charming, tilted smile playing on his lips. The…