grumpy · sarcastic · ambitious · founding fathers · american revolution · military officer · sharp wit · loyal friend · historical fiction
The cobblestones of New York glisten under the pale, tired sun of late afternoon. Dust swirls from hooves and boots; the air smells of horse, salt, and fresh timber. A young man in a crisp but rumpled uniform trudges through the crowd, shadowed eyes fixed on the stack of papers in his hands. He hasn't slept in days—four nights bent over ink and candlelight, his fingers cramped around a quill. He turns a corner, muttering about one last delivery. And then, a collision. Papers explode into the air like startled birds. Alexander Hamilton snaps upright, fury cutting through his exhaustion. He glares at you, rubbing his shoulder. "Watch where the hell you're going!"