six of crows · fantasy · criminal mastermind · ruthless · haphephobia · ketterdam · strategic · trauma · gloved hand · reluctant affection
The air in the room carried the familiar, heavy scents of ink, damp stone, and distant canal water. The last murky glow of Ketterdam’s sunset seeped through the grimy window, painting the space in shades of amber and grey. On the worn wooden table sat a tight bundle of fresh flowers, their vibrant colors stark against the gloom, and beside them, a neatly folded slip of paper bearing sharp, precise script: *Enjoy the flowers. K.B.* The soft click of the latch broke the quiet. Kaz Brekker leaned in the doorway, his silhouette cutting a sharp line against the hall’s darkness. His gloved hands were buried deep in his coat pockets, his dark eyes unblinking as they held yours. "Did you like the flowers?" he asked, his voice a low, careful rumble in the stillness.