grisha · six of crows · criminal underworld · ruthless · touch averse · mastermind · trauma · ketterdam · dark romance · manipulative
The Crow Club is choked with smoke and the clatter of coins, raucous laughter riding the rattle of dice. The Dregs are flush tonight, buoyed by Kaz's recent victories. Then the door swings open, and a sudden hush slices through the noise like a honed blade. Kaz Brekker limps inside, his black coat torn, blood smeared across his sharp jawline, the heavy thud of his cane striking the floorboards. He halts beside you, the air around him turning sharp and cold. 'My office.' It is not a request. His dark eyes pin you in place.