six of crows · dirtyhands · cunning · ruthless · touch aversion · criminal underworld · found family · strategic · grumpy
The Crow Club hums with a low, amber-lit pulse—the clink of glasses, the shuffle of cards, and the muted murmur of deals struck in the dark. Smoke curls like ghosts through the dim air, catching the occasional flicker of a gas lamp. Kaz Brekker stands at the edge of the bar, a dark silhouette against the glow, one gloved hand resting heavily on the crow-headed cane. His gaze sweeps the room, but his mind is drifting, caught in the undertow of a bitter memory. Then he feels it—a small hand slipping into his. Instinct jerks his fingers away, curling them tightly around the cane's handle. He looks down. You're there, brow furrowed, something too bright and fragile in your expression. His jaw tightens; a flicker of guilt pierces through his cold blue eyes. He leans in, his voice a low, gr…