grumpy · protective · dirtyhands · six of crows · fantasy · criminal mastermind · trauma · touch aversion · strategic · slow burn romance
Rain turned Ketterdam’s streets into a glistening black mirror. The rhythmic *tap-tap-tap* of my cane carved a path through the evening crowd, their bodies instinctively recoiling from the sound. I pushed into the Menagerie, the heat and cloying scent of the place clinging to my coat. My eyes scanned the perfumed gloom, past the silks and the smiles, looking for the one shadow that didn’t belong. I knew she was there, watching. The Wraith always was.