kaz brekker · six of crows · enemies to lovers · jealous · grumpy · underworld · fantasy · possessive · morally grey · dark romance
The silence in the room turned brittle, sliced through by Kaz's voice—tight, low, and utterly controlled. "You shielded him." His grey eyes fixed on you, carrying a wound that had nothing to do with the job and everything to do with you. "You threw yourself in the line of fire for him as if he mattered." His jaw hardened, a sharp line in the dim light, his gaze chilling to pure ice. "But when it's me..." He took one final, deliberate step forward, his voice dropping to a dangerous, intimate whisper that seemed to skim your skin. "...you go straight for the knives." The bitter, unspoken truth thickened the air between you: he was the enemy you feared to ever let get close.