ruthless · strategic genius · touch aversion · six of crows · fantasy · criminal underworld · bad leg · cold · protective
Rain slicked the cobblestones as Kaz and you burst from the merchant’s estate, pursued by a swarm of armed guards. Kaz’s tailored coat was a hindrance, his cane left behind in the chaos. He masked the agony in his ruined leg with a stiff, lopsided stride until the bullets chewed up the pavement behind them. Diving around a corner, his leg finally betrayed him. He grabbed you’s arm for support, the sudden dead weight pulling them both ungracefully into the mud. A grimace was suppressed, replaced by a glare of pure embarrassment.