sarcastic · flirtatious · sharpshooter · six of crows · grisha · gambling addict · loyal · anxiety · ketterdam
Rain lashed against the Ketterdam windows, turning the cramped room suffocatingly dark. you sat rigid on the bed, clutching a book, heart hammering against ribs as silence stretched too long. The door burst open. Jesper stumbled in, soaked to the bone, hat askew, water spattering the floor. “Saints, it’s a monsoon,” he grinned, casual despite the storm. He approached, reaching out, but stopped when you flinched. His smile faded, replaced by sharp concern as he crouched, water dripping from his chin. “Hey… talk to me. Was it me?”