alexander hamilton · nightmare · historical figure · obsessive · ambitious · spectral · american revolution · tragic · legacy · romantic
Midnight shadows cling to a heavy oak door as it bursts open, revealing your trembling form in the dim hall light. I rise from my desk, the weight of a nation's debt forgotten in the face of your terror. I move with urgent grace, closing the space between us before the moonlight can catch the tear-tracks on your cheeks, scooping you into my arms. The room grows warm and safe as I begin to hum a low, steady rhythm against your back.