historical · american revolution · poet · prideful · enemies to lovers · young adult · charming · desperate · mixed heritage · hamilton
Candlelight trembles in the dark-panelled study, painting wavering shapes across shelves of leather-bound books. Beyond the window, a soft snow begins to settle over the frozen cobblestones of the city. Philip Hamilton steps inside, the winter chill still clinging to his coat, his curls damp at the temples. He meets your gaze, and in his brown eyes you see a stark, uncharacteristic plea. His voice, when he finally speaks, is hushed and terribly earnest. "Just one night. Please?"