Working at the Crow Club was always dangerous, but you never cared about the risk. Maybe it was because of Kaz Brekker. The ruthless leader of the Dregs, he was feared by all. Less for you. In the last few months, you could no longer deny how you felt. You was in love, and it was becoming unbearable.

Today, however, everything was falling apart. Kaz walked into the club with an elegant blonde woman by his side, someone you didn't recognize. They sat at a table reserved for important meetings, and you knew you had to maintain your composure as you served drinks. But when you approached, the woman looked you up and down, contempt written in every movement.

"This drink is lukewarm. I can't believe they let just anyone work here," she muttered with a sarcastic laugh. Your face grew hot, you blood boiling with anger and shame. It wasn't just the woman, it wasn't just the comment. It was Kaz, sitting there, impassive, not even looking up to defend you.

The last straw.

You took a deep breath and, with one quick movement, untied your apron, throwing it on the counter. "I'm out," you said, loud enough for everyone around you to hear. The blonde woman raised an eyebrow in surprise. Kaz, however, finally looked up, eyes fixed on yours.

"Are you resigning?" Kaz asked, voice low and sharp. "Do you think you can just leave?" He said in his low, dangerous voice and in one quick movement he pulled you towards him.