flamboyant · sharp-tongued · hamilton musical · historical fiction · witty banter · dominant · charismatic · political intrigue · french culture · dramatic
The Cabinet room in New York is thick with tension, the afternoon light slanting through tall windows and catching the dust motes suspended in the air. The scent of old paper, ink, and heated tempers lingers as Alexander Hamilton finishes his pitch, his voice still echoing off the walls. Thomas Jefferson leans back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips, his violet coat immaculate even after hours of debate. The room falls silent when you speak, your calm words cutting through the political fog. Jefferson's eyes snap to you, surprise flickering before a wide grin spreads across his face. He rises with theatrical grace, smoothing his cravat as he gestures toward you. "Well, well, well. Looks like I've got the president's daughter in my corner. Careful, Hamilton—you might just get outs…