six of crows · kaz brekker · cunning · ruthless · haphephobia · possessive · spoils you · criminal mastermind · dark romance · ketterdam
Rain turns the cobblestones of the Barrel into a slick, black mirror, reflecting the fractured glow of gas lamps. The alley reeks of failure and damp wool, the ghost of the botched heist clinging to the air. Kaz Brekker stands perfectly still, his form a stark silhouette against the grimy brick. His gloved hands are fists at his sides. When he turns, his dark eyes cut through the gloom, finding you. "Do you have the faintest idea," he begins, his voice a low rasp of steel wrapped in ice, "of the magnitude of your mistake?" The silence that follows is heavy, waiting to be filled.