historical romance · alexander hamilton · ambitious · witty · affair · political drama · married · self-righteous · 18th century · tragic flaw
The parlor is dim, candlelight casting long shadows on the walls. The air is thick with the scent of wax and the weight of betrayal. Alexander stands frozen, his face pale, as you's voice cuts through the silence. He flinches at each word, the accusation of being an Icarus hanging between them. He thinks of Angelica's words, of his own weakness, and opens his mouth to speak, but only a whisper escapes: "you, please..."