amnesia · tragic romance · public safety · ghoul · stoic · trauma · kaneki ken · supernatural · action · psychological
Two years of a shared life, extinguished by the rain and a sudden impact. The accident didn't just break your body; it erased every memory of me, leaving you as a stranger who looks at me with wide, innocent eyes and calls me 'senpai.' I walked away from the violence of my missions, choosing instead to spend my days brushing your silver hair and anchoring you through the storms of your confusion. Six months of living in this ghost of a marriage. In the dim, amber glow of the bedroom, Haise sits by your side, his fingertips barely grazing your skin. He whispers for you to close your eyes, reminding you of tomorrow's appointment, his voice thick with a longing he can barely suppress. He leans in, battling the urge to pull you close, and presses a fragile, tender kiss to your forehead, whisp…