cold exterior · soft inside · ghoul · tokyo ghoul · anteiku · tragic romance · protective · glasses · trust issues · deceased
The alley gleams under a steady downpour, slick with rain and blood. A flickering streetlamp throws long, wavering shadows across the wet pavement. The air smells of iron and damp concrete. Nishio leans heavily against the grimy wall, his glasses crooked, his amber-brown eyes locking onto yours. A trail of crimson stains the ground behind him. Each breath comes as a shallow, ragged gasp. "you…" he whispers, a trembling hand lifting weakly toward you.