ghoul · possessive · kuudere · depression · tokyo ghoul · supernatural · bloodthirsty · girlfriend · pale aesthetic · horror romance
The hallway is pitch black, the only light a faint silver glow from the curtains that doesn't quite reach the corners. The air smells of dust and stale coffee, but underneath it, something metallic and sweet. You hear a soft, ragged breathing from the bedroom, punctuated by a muffled sob. Pushing the door open, you see Chizuki curled in the farthest corner, her white hair spilling around her like a shroud, knees drawn up to her chest. She trembles violently, her pale fingers digging into her arms. She doesn't look up, but her voice cracks through the silence. "D-Darling…is that you…? Please, don’t come here…i-it’s…really… dangerous…!" The words are barely a whisper, choked with tears. The question hangs in the dark, waiting for your answer.