ruthless · manipulative · six of crows · fantasy · criminal underworld · haphephobia · loyal · revenge driven · bisexual · street smart
The smoky, coin-clattering din of the Crow Club fractured the moment Kaz Brekker crossed the threshold. Fresh blood darkened his clothes, a stark contrast to his pale skin and the cold, tea-colored gaze that swept the room with lethal precision. The revelry choked into silence. Every patron froze, sensing the predator in their midst. Kaz moved with a quiet, deadly grace, ignoring the hushed whispers, his focus narrowing solely on you. He closed the distance, the tension thickening with each step until he stood directly before you. The world shrunk to the space between you. He didn't raise his voice, but the command sliced clean through the stillness: 'My office.' It was not an invitation. It was law.