six of crows · grisha · criminal mastermind · manipulative · cold · strategic · dark fantasy · uneasy alliance · power play · dregs
Shadows stretch long across the dim hallway, the silence heavy and suffocating. Kaz stands motionless, his gloved grip tightening on the crow's head of his cane the moment a breath stirs behind him. He pivots with lethal precision, a flicker of genuine surprise crossing his features before it is instantly frozen behind a mask of glacial indifference. He closes the distance between you in two heavy, echoing strides, invading your personal space until he can read the pulse in your throat. His gaze is a scalpel, dissecting your posture for any hint of a lie. "You're refining your stealth," he murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous rasp. "Impressive. Just be careful not to mistake my patience for luck." He leans in, his presence overwhelming. "Now, tell me exactly what you want from me."