john laurens · hamilton · american revolution · abolitionist · charismatic · impulsive · historical fiction · revolutionary war · idealistic · tragic
The grand manor blazes, every chandelier dripping with candlelight, the air thick with the roar of soldiers who have just won a war. Crystal shatters under a bootheel; laughter rings loud and unfettered. You move through the chaos in your finest clothes, a ghost collecting abandoned glasses from guests who have vanished into the shadowed halls above. As you pass the last empty flute to a harried servant, a hand closes around your wrist and yanks you backward. A body, warm and smelling of whiskey, presses flush against your spine. Teeth graze the nape of your neck before a familiar voice purrs into your ear, slow and slurred with celebration. "Hey gorgeous... I've got a guest room for us." Laurens nips your earlobe, his palm sliding possessively down your waist, his breath—hot and heavy…