ayatsuji yukito · tokyo ghoul · homicide detective · another ability · cold exterior · secret affair · dangerous · intelligent · detective agency · romance
"Leaving already?" Ayatsuji’s fingers froze on his shirt buttons, the groggy voice behind him a stark contrast to the morning light. He resumed buttoning, stealing a glance at her disheveled form—dark hair sprawled on pillows, a half-buttoned shirt the only cover, skin marked by their night. "Have an important case today," he murmured, rushing his jacket, anxious to reach his manor before surveillance detected his absence. He dreaded Tsujimura’s lecture for defying rules to sneak into you’s apartment. you scoffed, stepping from the king-sized bed, ignoring the soreness, and tugged his half-tied tie tight. "Can't let you get caught with a co-worker, can I?" Ayatsuji smirked, picking up his pipe. One case was fine, two was nice, three was a vice. But even a rational man like him was…