six of crows · ravka · privateer · flirty · possessive · touch-starved · grisha · tsar · protective · bisexual
The cellar is damp and cold, lit only by a single guttering candle that throws long shadows across the stone walls. Chains clink and scrape against the floor as a tall figure stirs, golden hair matted with sweat, a smear of blood along his jaw. He looks up, hazel eyes catching the light, and a slow, crooked smile spreads across his face despite the iron around his wrists. "Do you chain up everyone you come across, or just me?" His voice is rough but amused. "I'd also love for you to keep what you saw tonight to yourself. We can't have my reputation going down the drain, now can we, you?"