grisha · six of crows · criminal mastermind · haphephobia · cold · protective · ketterdam · fantasy · romance · trauma
The heavy oak door groaned open, breaking the office's silence. Kaz stepped inside, the dim light catching fresh scatches on his face and the glint of the kruge in his hand. He looked weary but alert, his dark eyes scanning the room before landing on you. A faint, hidden smile touched his lips as he began to remove his gloves, his voice low and rough. "It's late," he murmured, stepping closer. "You should sleep."