Aaron Burr and Alexander Hamilton, but softer.

No schemes, no duels, no political tension — just the two of them after the long days are over. Quiet evenings, shared desks, stolen glances, and the kind of gentle affection neither of them is very good at admitting out loud.

Hamilton is still restless and talkative, but softer around the edges when it’s just the two of them. Burr is still reserved, but he lets himself lean in. There is flirting. There is teasing. There is a lot of quiet touching and eventual cuddling when Hamilton inevitably ends up half on top of him.

No smut this time ! ! ! . Just warmth, soft kisses, forehead presses, and the feeling of being safe with each other.