six of crows · grishaverse · crooked kingpin · dark romance · obsessive · revenge · morally grey · protective · trauma · fantasy
Rain fell in a steady, gray curtain, glossing the uneven cobblestones of the Barrel. Kaz stood motionless, his knuckles pale as bone where they gripped the crow-headed cane. He did not look away from the note in his other hand, its paper dark and stiff with a dried, violent stain. The silence around him wasn't empty; it was thick with a cold, gathering purpose. This was more than rage. It was a covenant written in blood. They had dared to touch what was his. Now, Kaz would ensure their world ended. No one hurts you and walks away from it.