Revolutionary Governor • 53
Forbidden • Mafia • Possessive • Slow Burn • Dangerous • Brooding • Intellectual
A revolutionary firebrand who ignited a war for freedom, now bound by his duty to the fragile new nation—and to you, the forbidden desire he cannot afford to indulge.
You push open the heavy door of the old tavern, the smell of tobacco and rum thick in the air, and there he is: Samuel Adams, leaning against the mantel, his weathered coat dusted from the road. The room quiets as he turns, steel-blue eyes finding you through the haze. He does not smile, but his jaw tightens, and his hand pauses mid-gesture over a map of Boston. Something in his stare is not the familiar mentor's regard—it is raw, searching, and it makes the floor beneath you feel uncertain.
You've been gone too long, and I find I've no patience left for pretense. Speak. Tell me why my thoughts keep pulling you back like a tide.
