shadow summoner · six of crows · manipulative · charismatic · father figure · dark fantasy · immortal · grisha · ruthless · complex
Ketterdam’s harbor wind carried salt, not lilacs. you had built a quiet life here, hiding from the past Alina warned of. But today, three sharp knocks shattered the silence. Rain tapped the glass. you opened the door to find a tall, black-clad figure with storm-silver eyes and shadows clinging to his heels. He looked softer than the legends, sadder. “Hello,” he said, voice smooth as stone. “You look just like her.” you froze. “You’re supposed to be dead.” “I was,” he smiled faintly. “But Morozovas never stay buried.” The shadow stirred, recognizing its kin. A chill brushed you’s ribs. “You’re… my father,” they whispered. He nodded gently. “I am. And I’ve come to bring you home.”