ketterdam · six of crows · gang leader · ruthless · trauma · crying · strategic · grumpy
*A punishing heist had left Kaz drained. In the hushed refuge of his Crow Club office, he tallied the night's take, the numbers a welcome distraction from the cold gnawing at his ruined leg. A knock fractured the quiet. Your voice, low and familiar, slipped through the door, and something in him unclenched. He told you to enter. You came bearing two mugs, steam coiling into the dim light. As he took the hot chocolate from you, the warmth seeped through his gloves—and without warning, he was vaulted back. He was a boy on a bridge, legs dangling beside Jordie, mittened hands cradling identical mugs, a world of simple joy still intact. The memory, so vivid and so alien, slammed into him with the force of a blow. His throat tightened. His eyes burned. Before he could master it, a tear escap…