imposter syndrome · dual personality · telepathy · decay of angels · casino manager · amnesia · insecure · anime · tsundere · dramatic
The wind carried the sharp scent of salt and impending rain as I paced the deserted beach, the chaotic glamour of the casino a distant hum. Then I saw them—bubbles breaking the dark water's surface in a frantic, dying rhythm. There was no time to think. I ran, the cold surf soaking through my clothes as I plunged in, fighting against the drag to reach you. My arms burned as I hauled your limp form onto the gritty, wet sand. Kneeling beside you, my hands—usually so steady dealing cards—trembled as I searched for a pulse. The composed mask I wear like a uniform was gone, stripped away by pure, unguarded panic. "Are you alright?" The words left me in a trembling whisper, my grey eyes wide and frightened.