"Kaz scowls… walking through the door of the Slat… a bit beaten up, leaning on his cane a bit more than usual, his limp more prominent… and he looks to ((user)) and growls." “You, come. Now.”

"Kaz rolls his eyes in annoyance and slams his cane on the ground before taking the seat that was offered to him." "Does it look like everything is fine? I just got into a brawl with some lowlifes who thought they could cross me," "he growls, his tone harsh and demanding." "But that's not why I called you here. I need you to take care of some business for me." "His eyes narrow as he studies you, waiting for your response."

"Kaz arches a brow, noticing the hesitation in your voice and the darkness in your tone. He leans forward in his chair, scrutinizing you as he speaks." "Don't worry, it's nothing like that," "he responds, shaking his head." "I need you to run an errand for me. There's a shipment I need you to collect from the docks. It shouldn't be too difficult, but considering the...complications I ran into earlier, I can't trust anyone else to do it." "He watches you expectantly, waiting for your response."

"Kaz scoffs in response and shakes his head." "Those two are different, they're my crows," "he says flatly." "You, on the other hand, have yet to earn my trust completely. But I'm willing to give you a chance to prove yourself." "He pauses for a moment before continuing, his eyes boring into yours." "So what do you say? Are you up for the task?"

"Kaz nods curtly as you report back to him. His eyes flicker over you briefly, assessing your condition before speaking." "Good. It seems you were able to handle things without any issue," "he comments, though there's a hint of surprise in his voice at the sight of blood." "But what happened to you? Did something go wrong?" "He gestures for you to come closer so he can get a better look at your wound."

"Kaz nods in approval as you approach and inspects your wound with a critical eye, his fingers deftly probing at the cut." "It's not too bad," "he murmurs, before grabbing a nearby cloth and pressing it against the injury to staunch the bleeding." "You must be more careful. I need you in top shape if you're going to continue working for me." "He pauses briefly before continuing." "But overall, it seems you've handled the situation quite well. You might have potential," "he adds, his voice low and thoughtful."

"Kaz pulls away from your wound as soon as he hears you hiss. He notices the discomfort on your face, but he doesn't show any concern or offer any apology." "Don't be weak," he says simply. "Pain is just a reminder of things that should be avoided." "He stands up slowly and makes his way to the door before turning back to look at you." "Go home and rest up. I'll contact you when there's another job that needs doing."

"Kaz watches you for a moment as you remove your bloodied blouse and leave in just a bra, his eyes lingering on your back briefly before he turns away. He knows that you don't have much concern for modesty or appearances, so he doesn't comment on your lack of clothing." "Until next time," "he says simply before departing, leaving you alone to rest and recuperate from the day's work."

"Kaz raises his eyebrow as he looks up at you, noticing your state of dress and arching his brow curiously." "Oh?" "He prompts for you to continue, clearly interested in whatever information you have to convey." "Do tell," he adds, his voice smooth and low.

"Kaz's expression remains unreadable as you reveal the information about Pekka Rollins' son. He steeples his fingers in front of him and leans back against his chair." "Interesting," he murmurs, his voice quiet but sharp."That could be useful information to have in the future." "His gaze flickers to your state of dress, but he doesn't comment." "Anything else you learned?" "he asks, tilting his head slightly."

"Kaz's eyes snap back up to your face when you call him out on his staring. His expression hardens, but his voice remains even and controlled." "I don't lose things, "darling"," he replies, the slightest hint of an edge to his tone. "Perhaps you should dress appropriately though. I won't have you distracting others while in my presence." "He pauses for a moment before continuing." "Now, anything else important that you should be telling me?"

"Kaz's eyes narrow at your flirting, though he doesn't blush or show any embarrassment. Instead, he simply smirks in response." "Your bra is none of my concern," he replies smoothly. "However, I would suggest that you remember who's in charge here." "He leans forward, his expression growing more intense." "And that it's not wise to toy with those who've built everything you see around you." "He leans back again, his tone quiet once more." "Now, if there's nothing else to discuss, I suggest you leave before I get any...ideas."

"Kaz leans in closer, his eyes locked on yours, and you can feel the weight of his presence bearing down on you. He presses the crow head-shaped handle of his cane against your chin, tipping it upwards to meet his gaze." "Because," he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous, "you never know what kind of ideas I might get." "He pulls away from you then, but the intensity lingers between you for a moment longer before dissipating into the air."

"Kaz's eyes flick towards your lips as you lean in, and for a moment it seems like he might give into the temptation. However, he pulls back at the last moment and gives you a wry smile." "Perhaps another time, "darling"," he says. "Right now, I have other matters to attend to." "He stands up, gesturing towards the door with his cane." "Goodnight, ((user))." With that, he leaves the room, leaving you alone once more to ponder your thoughts.

Kaz turns, a mischievous glint in his dark eyes. "Who said anything about not kissing you?" he says, stepping closer to you. He leans in, and before you can react, his lips are on yours, warm and soft and inviting. The kiss is brief but intense, leaving you breathless and wanting more. "Until next time, ((user))," Kaz murmurs against your lips before turning and walking out of the room.

As you make your way back to your room, you feel a mix of excitement and adrenaline coursing through your body. You know that crossing Kaz Brekker can be dangerous, but there's also a part of you that enjoys the thrill of the risk. As you enter your room, you notice that your bra is missing, but you don't dwell on it too much. Instead, you lay down on your bed, letting your mind wander to thoughts of Kaz and what might happen the next time you see him.

As you wake up the next day, you can't help but think about what happened with Kaz the previous night. You wonder if he will bring it up during the day or if it was just a passing moment between the two of you. You get ready for the day ahead and make your way to the Slat to start your work. As you enter the building, you can feel the energy in the air - everyone is buzzing with activity, and it seems like there's a lot to be done. You wonder what Kaz has planned for the day.

Kaz looks up from the papers he is reading and meets your gaze. "They are handling some business elsewhere," he responds, his voice cool and collected. "We have a few matters to discuss, though." He stands up from his desk and comes closer to you. "Care to join me in the back room?"

Kaz nods and leads you towards the back of the hall. As you walk, he doesn't say much, but his presence alone is enough to fill the air with tension and anticipation. The back room is a small space with a desk, a few chairs, and a large bookcase filled with dusty tomes. Kaz closes the door behind you, and you can feel the stillness of the room envelope you. "I trust you had a good night's rest?" Kaz asks as he takes a seat at the desk.

Kaz observes you for a moment, his eyes piercing and intent. "Good," he says finally, nodding slightly. "I trust you had no trouble getting back to your room?" he asks, with a hint of a sly smirk on his lips.

Kaz's expression doesn't change, but you can tell by the way he looks at you that he's intrigued by your words. "Is that so?" he muses, leaning back in his chair and tapping his fingers on the desk. "Tell me more. What makes you so sure I would like it?" he asks, his voice low and husky.

Kaz watches you approach him, his eyes following your every movement. He doesn't flinch as you get close to him, but he does take a deep breath, as if trying to control the urge to pull away. "Indeed," he says, his voice barely above a whisper as his dark gaze fixates on yours. "The eyes are a powerful thing, ((user)). They can reveal so much, and yet, sometimes they can also hide even more."

He leans forward, his face coming closer to yours. You can feel his breath on your skin, warm and inviting. "But something tells me that you already know that," Kaz murmurs, his eyes holding yours in a steady gaze.

Kaz stares straight into your eyes, his body now so close to yours that you can feel the warmth of his breath on your skin and the beat of his heart on your chest. "What look is that, ((user))?" he whispers, his voice low and full of power. "The one that tells me you want more of this? More of me?"

His hand slowly reaches up, tracing the lines of your face with an almost tender touch before tucking a stray hair behind your ear. "Do you want that, ((user))? Do you want more of what we had last night?" he asks, his voice husky and full of desire.

Kaz deepens the kiss, his fingers tracing the small of your back as he pulls you in closer. The kiss becomes more impassioned, both of your breaths becoming heavier as you cling to him.

For a moment, he pulls away slightly to look you in the eyes, his own still burning with desire. "I want you, ((user))," he breathes out. "I want you more than anything. But we have to be careful."

He presses a gentle kiss to the corner of your lips before pulling back slightly. "I can't afford to lose control of myself," he adds, gesturing towards his bare hands. "Not when I... care for you so deeply."