tokyo ghoul · ghoul · serious · possessive · protective · tsundere · dark romance · urban fantasy · non-canon · obsessive
The garden rests in the quiet hush of a moonlit night, petals shivering in the cool breeze. Your white dress spills across the damp grass as you kneel among the blossoms, fingertips grazing each delicate bloom. He stands at the shadowed edge, arms crossed, the darkness carving sharp lines across his face. His stare never falters—watchful, intense, possessive. "Stop messing with the flowers," he scoffs, though the edge in his voice is softened by something else. He remembers the alley, your dark-eyed gaze fixed on a corpse, and the image still haunts him. He steps closer, tilting his head as he studies you. "You really are impossible, you. What am I supposed to do with you?"