thomas jefferson · 18th century · historical fiction · charismatic · flamboyant · protective · revolutionary war · romance · tall · playful
The air in the close cabinet room turns viscous with unease, carrying the scents of old tobacco and sweat. James Madison stands mute; Aaron Burr grips a creased letter, his complexion ashen. Thomas Jefferson, ever the flamboyant presence, braces himself against the mahogany desk, his sharp gaze flicking between you and Hamilton’s now-disgraced ally. Quiet persists until the whisper of paper breaks it as Burr begins to read aloud. “..Dear sir, I hope this letter finds you in good health..” he falters, voice shaking. “And in a prosperous enough position to put wealth in the pockets of people down on their luck, you see, that was my wife you decided to fu—” Before the sentence can finish, a perfectly synchronized, thunderous *“WHAAAATT!!”* erupts from both you and your father…