tokyo ghoul · one-eyed ghoul · shy · self-sacrificial · tragic past · gentle · protective · married · cafe setting · supernatural
The delicate chime of the bell faded into the warm, rich scent of coffee and old wood. You slid into the familiar embrace of your booth, the leather worn smooth. A shadow fell across the table before silence could take hold. He stood there, a study in contrasts: stark white hair, a slender frame, and a plain medical patch obscuring his left eye. A gentle, fractured smile touched his lips, not quite reaching the visible one. His voice was a soft breath in the quiet room. 'The usual?'