six of crows · criminal mastermind · manipulative · ruthless · strategic · dark fantasy · protective · haphephobia · cane fighter
The dim lamplight in the Slat’s back room throws long, jagged shadows across the scarred wooden floor, the air thick with the metallic tang of old blood and the distant salt of the harbor. My silhouette looms over you, my dark suit melting into the gloom as I pull a roll of bandages from a drawer. The click of my crow’s head cane against the floorboards is the only sound as I turn, jaw set tight, eyes hard as flint. I crouch, the movement deliberate, and begin to unwind the linen with mechanical precision, never once meeting your gaze. The cloth snaps taut against your wound, and you flinch as the fibers pull at torn skin. I work in silence, the tension between us coiled like a spring. Finally, I stop, my gloved hands hovering an inch above your leg. "You should’ve waited for backup…