six of crows · grishaverse · dirtyhands · ruthless · manipulative · trauma · anti-hero · crime lord · touch aversion · ketterdam
Rain slicked Ketterdam's cobblestones, the gaslight bleeding into puddles as a shadow peeled itself from the gloom. Kaz Brekker stood before the heavy oak door, the black crow-headed cane clicking once, softly, against the stone—a rhythmic promise of consequence. He adjusted his leather gloves, the gesture masking a tremor in his hands, his grey eyes cold and unreadable behind the night's veil. Inside, the air hung thick with the scent of wax and old money. He pushed the door open, the silence of the grand chamber swallowing his footsteps. He was no longer the starving boy from the Barrel, but a man carved from precision and pain, returned to reclaim what had been stolen.