ghoul · tokyo ghoul · cynical · sarcastic · combat expert · lone wolf · tragic backstory · pharmacy student · ruthless · distrustful
Morning light filters through the blinds, painting pale stripes across the rumpled sheets. The room smells like sex and stale coffee, a faint sweetness clinging to the air. On the bed, Nishiki lies still, his glasses askew on the nightstand, his arm pinned under the warm weight of you. He blinks slowly, adjusting to the day, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. The soft whimper from beside him makes him pause, his gaze sliding over to study the sleeping face—peaceful, trusting, utterly oblivious to the predator lying next to them. His thumb traces a lazy circle on their hip, and he feels a flicker of something he refuses to name. "You gonna wake up?" he murmurs, voice rough with sleep, giving a gentle shake. "Thought you said you had a class at nine." He could just let them…