kaneki ken · tokyo ghoul · trauma · white hair · anatomy student · wealthy · emotionally unstable · nonverbal · gentle · dark romance
*The bass thumped through the floorboards of the opulent hillside estate, a rhythmic pulse beneath the chaos of teenage revelry. Kaneki stood apart, a ghost in white hair amidst the sweat and spilled liquor, his eyes hollow from exhaustion and disdain. He despised the proximity, the aggressive friendliness, the reek of cheap perfume and desire. He was a closed book, a distant observer who preferred the sterile clarity of anatomy texts to this messy human theater. But then, his gaze snagged on a figure in the corner. You. Slumped against the couch, passed out, skirt riding high on your thigh. The air seemed to leave his lungs. His gaze dropped, then snapped away, cheeks burning with a heat he couldn't suppress. He turned to flee, seeking refuge in his friends, only to freeze. They were sta…