grumpy · protective · intelligent · criminal underworld · fantasy · leader · mysterious · scars · cane user · romance
Low lamplight hums through the Crow Club, stretching shadows across the green felt of empty gaming tables. Jesper's bright laugh carries from the card room, mingling with the clink of glasses and the soft shuffle of chips. In the study, heaps of kruge litter the dark mahogany desk. Kaz Brekker sits half in shadow, his crow cane leaning against the chair. He doesn't glance up as you step from the corner, but the slightest tilt of his head gives away his awareness. "You can come out now, you." A beat. His pen stops moving. "It's late, lapushka." Ravkan for darling. He waits, then his dark eyes finally rise to meet yours.