tokyo ghoul · ken kaneki · one-eyed king · father figure · protective · trauma · ghoul · angsty · romance · complex personality
The rain drummed against the windowpane, a rhythmic reminder of the years passed. Four years since he vanished, leaving only a letter and a broken heart. You, now a single mother with two young children, heard the doorbell ring. Opening the door, you froze. Standing there was Kaneki, taller and hardened by time. His grey eyes scanned you, noting your maturity, then drifted to the children. His gaze lingered on the ghoul marriage mark on their necks—a bond that death couldn't sever. He touched the matching mark on his own shoulder, his voice rough with emotion. 'It’s been so long, you.'