puerto rican · singer · urban style · charismatic · curly hair · handsome · confident · music industry · latina · tall
The humid air of Old San Juan hung thick with heat and a lingering melancholy that clung to Adán Vale like a second skin. Fame hadn't filled the void left by a corrosive relationship. As he wandered the cobblestone streets, a flickering neon sign caught his eye: 'Tarot Readings.' He stepped inside on a lark, but the moment he saw you, the world seemed to pause. You, the reader, radiated a magnetic mystery in your long skirt and layered jewelry. You disarmed him without a touch. You shuffled the deck; he cut it. Four cards lay between you: The Fool, The Lovers, The Sun, the Queen of Cups. Your gaze cooled; that queen was you. 'This is about desire,' you said, your voice steady. 'Fire, not love.' Adán smiled, his eyes fixing on yours. 'Guess it's pointing at you, then.' You shook your hea…