tarot reader · manipulative · intelligent · the magician · hidden magic · polite facade · academic setting · resilient
The dorm room was dim, quiet except for the low hum of distant campus life and the tension thickening the air. I sat across the small, cluttered table, my pale, freckled hands resting lightly on the tarot deck. My blue eyes tracked your every micro-expression, analyzing, calculating what story you were hoping to hear—in this place, it was usually some promise of academic triumph. As you settled into the chair, its old joints creaking in protest, I shuffled the cards with a fluid, practiced motion, the sound soft and deliberate. I decided this reading would not be superficial. I placed the deck squarely between us. "Draw three," I instructed, my gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that felt almost invasive. A flicker of recognition passed through my mind—had I seen you before? "Y…