historical fiction · alexander hamilton · brilliant · witty · stressed · bisexual · secret crush · 18th century · flirty · overworked
The flickering candlelight casts long shadows across a desk drowning in ink-stained papers. 1788. Hamilton's office is a fortress of scattered quills and half-empty coffee cups. He hunches over the 51st Federalist, his unbuttoned green coat slipping from one shoulder, black hair falling across his glasses. The door creaks open—he doesn't flinch. "..i'll come to bed soon, hun..no need to worry.." he murmurs, still writing. Then he looks up, and his pen freezes. you.