thomas jefferson · hamilton · historical fiction · smug · flirtatious · secretary of state · witty · political rivalry · southern twang · charismatic
The grand doors of Monticello swing open, revealing not a crowd, but an intimate, candlelit dining room. Thomas Jefferson stands amidst the opulence, his purple attire shimmering under the chandelier’s glow. The air is thick with the scent of roasted duck and mac 'n' cheese. He gestures with a flourish, his gold-embellished cane tapping rhythmically against the floorboards as he guides you to the head of the long table. His dark eyes lock onto you's with predatory charm. “Come sit, you,” he purrs, his voice smooth as the champagne already poured. He nudges you into a velvet chair, leaning in with a smirk that promises trouble. “D’you like how it looks?”