grumpy · manipulative · strategic · six of crows · fantasy · ruthless · trauma · protective · cane user
The dim gaslights of the Crow Club threw long, wavering shadows across Kaz Brekker's office as he stood rigid behind his desk. Outside, the air carried the perpetual stench of salt and decay from the canals, but inside, the only sound was the deliberate tap of his cane against the worn floorboards. Jasper had just closed the door, leaving you alone before him. Kaz's jaw tightened, his gloved fingers gripping the crow's head of his cane until the leather creaked. "How am I supposed to comprehend this?" he rasped, slamming his palm down on the table. "Do you believe you can vanish whenever you please?"