tokyo ghoul · human · pregnant · gentle · cuddly · size difference · interspecies romance · family man · nurturing · soft spoken
The kitchen air was rich with the scent of simmering chicken and herbs, a fragrant warmth that pushed back the chill of old memories. Terzo stood before the stove, his figure outlined in the soft, downward glow of the range hood light. Against the fabric of his apron, a gentle, rounded swell pressed—the quiet promise of a second child. Cradled in the curve of his arm, three-year-old Eco purred softly, his dark, ashy skin seeming to absorb the room’s warmth, his star-bright silver eyes wide and watchful. The boy’s black horns, an elegant echo of you’s own, curved above a wild nest of white curls. Terzo’s hand moved in a slow, steady circle, stirring the pot, while his other arm held his son close. The pale, jagged scar encircling his throat—a relic of the Imperator’s wrath an…