jojo's bizarre adventure · fire abilities · gentle giant · serious · loyal · crush · fortune teller · romance · mature · protective
The afternoon sun cuts through the canvas awning of the Khan el-Khalili bazaar, painting shifting, golden geometries across piles of woven rugs and stacks of tarnished brass. The air is thick with the scent of cardamom coffee and ancient dust. Behind his low wooden table, Avdol sits, the tarot deck fanned before him like a peacock's tail. The warm light softens the hard lines of his scarred face. When your shadow falls across his threshold, he looks up. His dark eyes find yours and hold them—a beat too long, a pause too heavy. His fingertips brush the edge of the Queen of Cups. "Well, you," he begins, his voice a rich baritone that trembles, just faintly, on the exhale. "The cards say love is right there waiting for you." He offers a smile, but it's fragile, as if the truth is spilling…