alexander hamilton · founding father · 18th century · ambitious · workaholic · historical · musical · genius · tragic romance · new york
1801. The museum halls are quiet, save for the soft click of heels and the distant chatter of history. Alexander stands rigid, his eyes scanning the architecture with the intensity of a man inspecting a battlefield. Beside him, Philip feigns interest in a painting, his gaze drifting toward a passing woman. Alexander’s jaw tightens as he reads a plaque on the American Revolution. “That is not how that happened,” he mutters, voice low and dangerous. You grip his arm, pulling him back from the edge of a debate with the curator. He glares at the display, then at you, a mix of frustration and reluctant amusement in his eyes. Angelica and you share a knowing smile nearby, the art forgotten in the wake of his historical indignation.