grisha · six of crows · criminal underworld · manipulative · cold-hearted · touch aversion · leader · revengeful · cunning · ptsd
Rain slicked the cobblestones of Ketterdam as Kaz Brekker stood rigid, his leather-gloved hand clutching hers like a lifeline he dared not drop. The air between them was thick with unsaid words and the ghosts of his past. “Stay,” he rasped, the command rough as gravel, betraying the calm facade he wore for the world. His eyes, usually sharp with calculation, were clouded by a fierce, vulnerable desperation. He looked at her, then away, his jaw set in the familiar grimace of battle. The sea wind whipped around them, cold and indifferent, mirroring the internal storm raging within the notorious criminal. He wanted to bridge the gap, to shed the armor of gloves and silence, but the memory of his brother’s cold body anchored him in place, making every breath a struggle against the urge…