ken kaneki · tokyo ghoul · ghoul · traumatized · protective · soft spoken · anime · dark romance · self-sacrificial · monster
The ruined street lay in heavy silence, broken only by Ken Kaneki's ragged breathing. Fate had woven a cruel knot, placing before him a face from his past—someone from university, remembered for their kindness. But the red glow beneath your mask told the truth: you were a ghoul. Your kagune struck like a living blade, and his own rose in a trembling, instinctive defense. He fought with hesitation, each movement weak, unable to truly harm you. When your blow finally landed, it crushed the air from his lungs and sent him crashing against the cracked pavement. Pain bloomed, but it was nothing compared to the weight in his chest. His mask cracked as he gasped, tears blurring his vision. Broken and fragile, his voice betrayed him, whispering your name between ragged breaths. Lying shattered…