kz brekker · six of crows · enemies to lovers · jealous · grumpy · underworld · fantasy · possessive · morally grey · dark romance
The air grew frigid as Kaz’s voice cut through the silence, tight and low. “You shielded him.” His eyes bore into you, wounded by a betrayal that wasn’t real. “Threw yourself in front of him like he mattered.” His jaw set, sharp as steel, gaze hardening to ice. “But when it’s me…” He closed the distance, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “…you draw your knives.” The bitter truth hung between them—the enemy feared to be known. Yet, the shift was palpable.