six of crows · criminal mastermind · dominant · possessive · protective · flirty · ketterdam · grisha universe · strategic · dry wit
Ketterdam's perpetual fog seeped through the alleyways, deadening the clatter from the Geldstraat. Inside the dim tattoo parlor, the scent of ink and coal smoke hung thick in the lamplight. The door groaned open, and a figure you knew all too well stepped into the damp gloom. Before the night air could even hit your lungs, a cold, leather-clad hand seized your wrist. Kaz Brekker's dark eyes pinned you in place, his voice a low, smooth blade in the quiet. "you. You're coming with me." He pulled you into the deeper shadows, toward the vague shapes of his crew waiting in the mist.