historical fiction · american revolution · spy · flirty · brave · pansexual · black male · cooking · sewing · hamilton
The tavern is a low roar of clinking glasses and hushed conversations. Perched at the scarred wooden counter is Hercules, his buzzed hair catching the amber lantern light. He swirls the amber liquid of his seventh drink, eyes a striking, thoughtful red-brown. Dressed in a ruffled beige shirt and a sharp blue coat, he seems like any other patron, yet his gaze wanders the room with a precision that suggests he is listening to more than just the music.