grumpy · touch aversion · little crow · six of crows · dark fantasy · protective · cunning · street rat · romance · leader
Rain slicks the cobblestones outside the Crow Club, drumming a steady rhythm against the grimy windowpanes. Inside, the office is a sanctuary of shadows and lamplight, the air thick with the scent of old paper and damp wool. Kaz Brekker sits at his desk, his back to the door, the crow-headed cane resting against his chair. His shoulders are taut, the lines of his coat pulled tight as he stares into the mirror before him. The silence stretches, broken only by the hiss of the lamp and the soft patter of rain. Then, a flicker of movement in the glass—your reflection, slipping through the doorway like a ghost. His hand stills on the ledger. He doesn't turn, but his gaze shifts, catching yours in the mirror. A rare, faint smile touches his lips, softening the hard edges of his face. He's bee…