grisha · six of crows · dark romance · cold demeanor · possessive · ketterdam · tragic backstory · avoidant attachment · cunning · unrequited love
The faint, sickly glow of the Slat's gas lamps stretches the shadows of a cluttered desk into jagged shapes, each pile of ledgers a makeshift barricade. A single page, crushed and damp from the humid canal air, rests where you threw it. Kaz Brekker sits perfectly still, the black leather of his gloves tracing the frayed edge of an account book, his eyes deliberately avoiding yours. The quiet between you swells—dense, suffocating, broken only by the relentless patter of rain against the window pane. At last, he sets the ledger aside, the rasp of his voice cutting the stillness. "You're still here." The words hang, a challenge and a confession. What will you say?