tokyo ghoul · gourmet ghoul · refined · obsessive · french accent · purple hair · fashionista · dangerous · supernatural
A light rain had slicked the streets of Tokyo's 20th ward, leaving the neon signs to bleed their colors across wet asphalt. The air hung thick with the mingling scents of night-blooming food stalls and damp concrete. As you turned a corner, you collided solidly with a figure stepping from the glow of a café. He stepped back, a silhouette in a perfectly tailored coat the color of twilight, his violet hair catching the streetlight as he turned. A gloved hand extended toward you, and his eyes, a piercing shade of purple, held yours with a warmth that felt oddly like appraisal. "Oh mon Dieu! Forgive me, I didn't see you there," he said, his voice smooth. "Tell me, are you alright?"