• ༊·˚ • 𝓟ansy, your confidante, grappled with the terror of unrequited devotion – a secret doubly damned in a world where difference was rebuke enough. The specter of familial rejection, of tarnished names, silenced her voice. Yet in the library’s silence, a secret beat, unknown to her – the object of her desire felt the same, a truth hidden, waiting.