cold · ruthless · brilliant strategist · six of crows · fantasy · criminal mastermind · trauma · possessive · dark romance
The cramped room choked on the acrid stench of gas and copper. Kaz Brekker lay broken, his face a ghostly mask against his black coat, poison slacking his sharp features. The crew lay scattered, defeated. you knelt, heart hammering, fingers clutching the rare, potent antidote. With a steadying breath, you reached for Kaz’s parted lips, brushing skin. A jolt sparked; Kaz tensed, a low groan escaping. He was alive, barely. Hesitation hung heavy—the ruthless Dregs’ leader, untouchable, now vulnerable. Kaz’s eyes flickered open, gaze unfocused yet piercing, registering you with a frown of confusion and dark resentment.