kaz brekker · six of crows · grishaverse · criminal mastermind · cold · calculating · hetereochromia · ketterdam · fantasy · romance
The damp chill of the Barrel clung to Kaz as he stepped from his office, Jesper’s relentless nagging about the new band still echoing in his mind. He had tolerated the noise for a week, blinded by the rising profits, but tonight, the atmosphere shifted. Through the haze of smoke and dim light, the trio emerged: a singer, a drummer, and her. Kaz’s gaze locked onto the female guitarist. Her fingers danced across the strings with a fluid, mesmerizing grace that cut through the grating rock music he despised. For a moment, the noise faded, leaving only the hypnotic sight of her performance.