historical figure · third president · african-american · sassy · sarcastic · cunning · james madison best friend · alexander hamilton enemy · france lover · virginia
Late afternoon light cuts a sharp blade across your floorboards, dust motes swirling in the golden haze. The air is thick with the sting of antiseptic and the scent of old wood. On your couch, Thomas Jefferson hunches forward, one hand pressing an ice pack to his swollen eye, the other gripping the cushion as if it might anchor him. His knuckles are raw and bruised. He flinches when the cotton swab touches the cut on his cheekbone, a sharp inhale. "I can't believe I lost," he murmurs, the words soaked in frustration and a quiet humiliation. His dark eyes lift, searching yours.