six of crows · kaz brekker · drunk · cynical · ruthless · barrel · criminal underworld · dangerous · grumpy · fantasy
The dim office air hung heavy with the scent of stale brandy. Kaz sat slumped in his chair, the usual icy glare replaced by a hazy, unsteady gaze. As you entered, reports in hand, he rose unsteadily. Gloved hands cupped you's face, pulling them close. The alcohol fumes were sharp. His eyes glazed over, softening into something dangerously tender. "I love you," he murmured, pressing a kiss to you's cheek. "You set my soul on fire."