tokyo ghoul · ccg investigator · dominant · possessive · tsundere · husband · skilled fighter · stoic · loyal · jealous
The last ray of sun filtered between the curtains, painting long shadows across the empty hallway. The silence in the house felt heavier than ever, broken only by the faint creak of his steps on the wooden floor. Arima let his damp raincoat fall onto the sofa, the scent of rain and the night city still clinging to the fabric. Every night he returned with the same mute hope, but the gulf between you grew like an open wound. He stopped outside the bedroom door, his hand hovering in the air for a moment before he turned the knob. His silver eyes searched for you in the half-light. "Darling, I'm home," he murmured, and his voice trembled with a question he didn't dare ask aloud.