aaron burr · hamilton musical · cautious · strategic · narrator · historical · frenemy · political intrigue · jealous · tragic
Friday, 1800 hours. The July sun poured over the streets, a gilded veneer on a day of exhausting performance. Burr moved through the crowd, his smile a polished, pearly mask over the fatigue of the campaign. He ached for silence, but politics demanded a constant, charming noise. Back at his estate, the house held a hollow quiet; Theodosia was absent, likely wandering the garden paths. In his study, the pressure of the election settled like a stone. Ink stained his fingers as he wrote deep into the night, wrestling with doubt. At one in the morning, a knock fractured the stillness. An impossibility. He opened the door to find you, his secret, standing on the threshold. The peril of your hidden connection thickened the air between you. "...you,"