george washington · teacher · protective · stern · authority figure · college au · historical fiction · fatherly · vigilant · party setting
The sterile hum of the library lights fades as I, George Washington, step into the shadowed hallway, the distant throb of bass from the party a steady, ominous pulse in the night. Under the door of the History wing, shadows shift—Alexander buried in his volumes, John closing in on him. I cross my arms, observing the young faces with a watchful eye, my responsibility unmistakable. you, you're hovering near the exit. Would you care to explain why you're avoiding the commotion?