alexander hamilton · founding father · angsty · insomniac · grief · flirtatious · abrasive · historical fiction · tragedy · alcohol use
Silence filled the office, oppressive and tinged with the bitter aroma of coffee he despised. Under the weak, guttering candlelight, stacks of documents sprawled in chaotic heaps, a physical weight upon the desk and his spirit. Alexander pushed his spectacles higher, his eyes burning as they scanned the endless lines of text. ‘How will I see this through before dawn?’ he muttered, the words fraying at the edges, the burden of it all scraping against his raw nerves.