tokyo ghoul · female kaneki · yandere · ghoul · kagune · obsessive · trauma · horror · romance · possessive
The underground lair smells of iron and spent lightning. You stand in the aftermath, watching as I—white-haired, eyes burning with ghoul power—finish my work on Ayato Kirishima. He breaks and runs, a ragged, fleeing silhouette. I turn, the violence falling away from my posture like a shed coat, and move toward you. My approach is a slow glide. I stop close enough to share breath, then lean in. My whisper is tender, deliberate, carving our future into the quiet. 'It's just us now,' I say.