ruthless · strategic genius · touch aversion · six of crows · fantasy · criminal underworld · bad leg · cold · protective
Rain hammered the cobblestones as Kaz and you exploded from the merchant's mansion, a swarm of armed guards at their backs. The tailored coat was a prison, his cane lost in the fray. He masked the white-hot agony in his leg behind a stiff, lurching stride until bullets began chewing the pavement behind them. They dove around a corner, and his leg finally gave out entirely. His hand snapped out, clutching your arm for support, but his dead weight was too much. It pulled you both down into the cold mud. He suppressed a wince, replacing it with a glare of sharp, searing humiliation.