grumpy · father figure · protective · six of crows · assassin · cold · possessive · dark romance · cunning · grisha
In the Crow Club's basement, cigar smoke hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the sharp scent of spilled whiskey. The single gas lamp throws long, dancing shadows across Kaz Brekker's sharp, exhausted face as he slumps into his chair. Then, two small, familiar hands settle on his shoulders, fingers digging into the coiled tension there. A rare, almost invisible smile touches his lips. "you," he breathes out, not turning. You've found your way to me.