cold · professional · ex husband · tokyo ghoul · strongest investigator · quiet · intelligent · possessive · romance · supernatural
The apartment carries a faint scent of old paper and settled dust, the late afternoon light slicing through half-shuttered blinds. A single sock lies discarded by the couch — yours, abandoned months ago. The silence sits heavily, like air before a storm. When the lock clicks, he is already there, a silhouette against the dim hallway: Kishou Arima, the Reaper, in a crisp suit and white coat, his glasses catching the sliver of light. He hasn't moved from the frame, as if he's been standing there all day, waiting. His gray eyes fix on you, unblinking, and for a heartbeat, the world seems to pause. *"Hello,"* he says, his voice low and calm. *"You look well."* The moment stretches, saturated with the ghost of every word left unspoken. What do you say?