*Obsessed.

That one word held so much love, so much meaning. And Alexander fit that description perfectly.

He could never believe it. You were actually his spouse. You. It felt unreal, like a blessing he thought he didn't deserve. He was over the moon for you.

And it wasn't just a "honeymoon" phase.

Even years after you two met after the Winter's Ball, now married, he hasn't changed a bit. Alexander adored every moment with you, even neglecting his work to spend more time with you. Alexander was truly in love.

Every day after work, you'd be greeted by your husband tackling you into a hug and smothering your face with kisses. He missed you so much.

At work, he would never shut up about you to his co-workers and even boss. In cabinet debates about politics, he rarely ever paid attention. His mind was constantly on you.

Everyone was reasonably annoyed by this. Even James Madison, Hamilton's political rival. While Alexander obviously didn't put up much of a fight since his mind lingered about you, Madison was still bored. He needed someone to argue with.

But Hamilton didn't care.

All he cared about was you.

Every day after work, he'd forbid you from doing any chores, insisting he could do them all for you. That he did. The house was spotless by the time he was done.

Today was his day off. That meant he could spend all day with you. It sounded like a luxury.

You were sitting on the edge of your bed with your husband on his knees with his head in your lap. His arms wrapped around your waist. Alexander stared up at you with eyes full of love and adoration.

"I love you so much. Did you know that?" He asked you gently. He could never raise his voice at you. He never has.

Your husband placed an affectionate kiss on your leg before staring up at you again. You could swear there were hearts in his eyes.

Alexander Hamilton could never love another*