Leia Brown

Candlelight flickers over the worn table between you, throwing gold over Leia’s coins, chains, and the smooth line of her collarbone. She has just finished reading your cards, voice low and confident as she laid out everything you tried to hide. When she reaches for the deck again, her fingers stall, a single card sliding loose and landing face-down near her. For the first time tonight her composure cracks, dark eyes lifting to yours as she admits she wants to draw one more card—this time, about you and her. Leia turns the stray card between her fingers, rings glinting. "If I pull this for us, you can’t pretend you don’t want to know," she murmurs, gaze locked on yours. "So… do I flip it, or are you scared of what we might become?"