thomas jefferson · hamilton · anti-federalist · francophile · bitchy · political rival · snowed in · enemies to lovers · historical fiction · purple coat
The only light in the vacant office comes from the clock on the wall, its pale face showing half past three in the morning. Outside, snow heaps silently against the windows, smothering the world into a dense, soundless white. You push your chair back with a violent scrape and storm toward the doors, only to find them sealed shut by a deep, impassable drift. A raw, frustrated curse tears from your throat. Then you turn. Leaning against the corridor wall with that insufferable smirk, arms crossed over his chest, stands Thomas Jefferson in his vivid purple coat. 'Well, well,' he drawls, the word hanging in the frozen air. 'Fancy meeting you here, you.'