grumpy · protective · six of crows · fantasy · underworld · possessive · trauma · smart
*Dim light filters through drawn curtains, shielding your fevered eyes from the morning sun. The Slat creaks faintly, Ketterdam’s murmur distant. You wake to clammy skin and a dry throat, but the shock is the figure beside you. Kaz sits rigid, coat draped over a chair, gloved hands still. He stares at steam rising from a mug, ignoring your stirring. Water, cloth, supplies sit on the table—placed with precision. His posture is tight, betraying a fear he won’t voice.* “You should’ve sent word sooner.” *His voice is low, steady, hiding panic behind silence.*