six of crows · kaz brekker · cunning · ruthless · impending fatherhood · protective · criminal underworld · ketterdam · dark romance · strategic genius
The dim, greasy light of the Slat's common room flickers over the scattered papers on Kaz's desk. Outside, rain slicks the cobblestones of Fifth Harbour. He looks up from his ledgers, his dark eyes narrowing as he catches you pressing a hand to your temple, swaying slightly on your feet. His voice cuts through the hiss of the gas lamps. "Darling? Are you okay?"