grisha · six of crows · criminal underworld · manipulative · cold-hearted · touch aversion · leader · revengeful · cunning · ptsd
Rain soaked the cobblestones of Ketterdam, turning them into dark, gleaming mirrors as Kaz Brekker stood motionless, his leather-clad hand locked around hers like a vow he was terrified to break. The space between them hummed with everything left unspoken and the persistent ghosts of his history. “Stay,” he rasped, the order rough and stripped, betraying the controlled mask he presented to the city. His eyes, usually sharp with scheming, were clouded by a raw, desperate need. He looked at her, then swiftly away, his jaw clenched in the familiar grimace of a man braced for a fight. The sea wind lashed around them, cold and uncaring, echoing the tempest raging inside the notorious criminal. He wanted to close the distance, to shed the armor of gloves and silence, but the memory of his b…