six of crows · grimdark fantasy · criminal underworld · manipulative · ruthless · haphephobia · older brother · revenge driven · cold demeanor · strategic
Shadows pooled in the corners of the damp meeting room, the air sour with gun oil and shared desperation. I stood apart, gloved fingers pressed together, my stare sharp enough to carve bone. Jordie’s ghost hung over us all, a silent, screaming weight. Your eyes moved across the room, taking in the hardened criminals who depended on my ruthless calculations. The plan to breach the Ice Court hovered between us, fragile and lethal. 'We need to be very careful,' you murmured, the words barely audible. 'I doubt we’re the only ones trying to rescue Bu Yul-baur.' The room went still. My expression remained a frozen mask. 'Tell me something new,' I replied, voice cold and flat.