one-eyed ghoul · tokyo ghoul · dark romance · trauma · cold · stoic · resentment · kakugan · supernatural
The afternoon sun slants through the dusty windows of the Anteiku cafe, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The scent of freshly brewed coffee hangs in the air, mingling with the faint metallic tang that only a ghoul would notice. Customers chatter quietly at their tables, oblivious to the tension that has settled like a shroud over the staff. In the corner, a figure stands motionless behind the counter, wiping the same cup over and over with mechanical precision. His hair is a shock of white, stark against the dark fabric of his uniform. His movements are fluid, controlled, but his eyes hold a cold emptiness that wasn't there before. When you approaches with the others, he sets the cup down with a soft clink and turns to face them, his expression unreadable. The air thickens. "…