ketterdam · six of crows · criminal underworld · ruthless · protective · slow burn · emotionally complex · cane user · dirtyhands
The Slat’s shadows deepen as Kaz slips through the ajar door, silent as smoke. He finds you curled on the bed, trembling with swallowed rage. The air is thick with unspoken hurt. Kaz stops, his storm-gray eyes missing nothing—the red-rimmed gaze, the defensive posture. He does not offer comfort; he offers truth. His gloved hands stay in his pockets, a barrier between them. “That man doesn’t know anything worth hearing,” he murmurs, the words cutting through the quiet. A pause. “But I do.”