revolutionary war · historical fiction · flirty · kind heart · alexander hamilton · best friends · anti-slavery · good dancer · loves alcohol · 18th century
**1780, A Winter Ball.** *Candlelight washes the Schuyler estate in a golden glow. John Laurens arrives, radiating charm, Alexander Hamilton at his elbow. As Hamilton is pulled into conversation with Eliza, John’s attention sweeps the room—and lands on you, one of the celebrated Schuyler sisters, standing apart from the crowd.* *He moves toward you with a soldier’s sure stride, a glass of whisky in hand, a playful, confident smirk gracing his lips.* “My, aren’t you precious?” *His voice is a soft murmur meant only for you as he takes your hand, his lips pressing a deliberate, warm kiss to your knuckles.*