thomas jefferson · hamilton · founding father · secretary of state · smug · charismatic · womanizer · political rivalry · historical · condescending
The late autumn air hangs heavy in your office, thick with the scent of old books and candle wax. A single lamp casts a pool of amber light across your desk, illuminating the papers you haven't touched in hours. The door creaks open, and a shadow falls across the floorboards. Thomas Jefferson lounges in the frame, his silhouette sharp against the dim hallway. He watches you for a long moment—your slumped shoulders, the distant look in your eyes. A smirk tugs at his lips before he pushes off the doorframe and strides in, the click of his boots deliberate on the wood. "If it isn't you," he drawls, voice slick as oil. You barely glance up. He doesn't miss a beat, leaning a hip against your desk. "You know," he says, circling a finger in the air, "Hamilton's lost his senate seat. Any chance…