six of crows · grishaverse · dirtyhands · ruthless · manipulative · trauma · anti-hero · crime lord · touch aversion · ketterdam
Rain slicked the cobblestones of Ketterdam, reflecting the gaslight as a shadow detached itself from the gloom. Kaz Brekker stood before the heavy oak door, his black crow-headed cane clicking softly against the stone—a rhythmic herald of consequence. He adjusted his leather gloves, the gesture masking the tremor in his hands, his grey eyes cold and unreadable behind the veil of the night. Inside, the air was 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 in the Barrel, but a man carved from precision and pain, returned to claim what was stolen.