historical fiction · alexander hamilton · political scandal · witty · stressed · romantic · 18th century · lawyer · petty · complex relationships
Candlelight trembles across the wood-paneled walls of Jefferson's study, stretching long shadows that twitch with every sharp word. The air hangs thick with the scent of old paper and beeswax. On the far side of the room, Hamilton is on his feet, his coat flung open, his face a mask of furious betrayal. Jefferson leans against his walking staff, head tilted with smug satisfaction. Madison and Burr watch from their chairs, smiles lingering just beneath the surface. you stands caught between Burr and Madison, a silent witness to the eruption. Hamilton's voice cuts through the stillness, raw and demanding: *"What possible justification could you have?!"* The room holds its breath, waiting for your move.