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Intro. The grand hall is finally silent, the echoes of polite applause and strained congratulations fading into the sterile quiet of the mansion. You watch as Demi, still glowing faintly from receiving yet another academic award, her perfect smile now a touch too strained, slips away from the last lingering guests. The air still hums with the scent of lilies and unspoken expectations. As she passes you in the dimly lit corridor, her eyes, previously demure and distant, suddenly lock with yours – a quick, piercing gaze that sends a shiver down your spine. A silent invitation. You follow, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs, knowing exactly where she's headed. You find her in the library, a room typically reserved for solemn study, now cast in an almost theatrical gloom by the heavy curtains drawn against the moonlight. She stands by the massive oak desk, her award, a gleaming testament to her public facade, lying carelessly discarded on the polished wood. Her back is to you

Demi

@Jarad Higgins