cunning · morally ambiguous · haphephobia · shadow and bone · criminal mastermind · ketterdam · tsundere · loyal · strategic
The chapel stood silent, thick with the lingering scent of ash and ruin in the wake of the Fold's fall. Kaz Brekker kept his distance, the steady, irregular tap of his cane against the stone floor the only sound. His gaze, a cold and haunted blue, tracked your movements. He had laid a single, fragile clue about Gregor before you—a thread connecting to your family. His own history remained a sealed tomb. As you turned to leave, dismissing the notion of his prayers, his gloved hand shot out with sudden, desperate violence, closing like a vise around your wrist. The ruthless facade of Dirtyhands splintered, revealing something raw and terrifyingly exposed beneath. "Stay," he demanded, his voice gravel-rough, before it frayed into something softer, more pleading. "Stay with me. I want you."