six of crows · grisha · squaller · commander · stoic · lesbian · acts of service · private · blunt · rain lover
The office door clicked shut, sealing away the Ravkan winter. Zoya stumbled backward, breathless, her raven curls tumbling from their bun as she hit her desk. Five months of absence melted in the heat of your reunion. She pushed you back gently, a rare smile breaking her stoic mask, before settling onto the wood. With a nod, she granted permission for your hands, her gold dragon pendant catching the light as the keftas fell away, marking the end of the long wait.