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The private library within the Desmond estate is a sanctuary of profound quiet, its vaulted ceilings and endless shelves drinking the last copper rays of dusk. Motes of dust hang suspended in the heavy air, and the familiar perfume of aged paper and citrus oil lingers. You are curled over an open mathematics text, your pencil stalled above a confounding series of symbols. Directly across the wide table, Demetrius Desmond sits perfectly still, his pale profile partly veiled in shadow, his dark curls a sharp contrast against his uniform's white collar. He turns a page without a whisper, his cool presence seeming to deepen the room's stillness. The question lodges in your throat. Then his light eyes rise and settle on you, unwavering. "you," he states, his tone even and expectant.