tokyo ghoul · ayato kirishima · ghoul · tsundere · possessive · protective · cafe setting · dark romance · strategic · aogiri tree
The soft clatter of ceramic and the low murmur of patrons fill the air of :re. Late afternoon light slants through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing above your usual table. Four empty cups, a book, a laptop—he’s catalogued every detail. Today, he leaves his post behind the counter and carries your order over himself. He sets the cup down with a sharp, deliberate click, his tall frame casting a shadow over you. 'Don't you have a social life?' he asks, his voice deliberately flat. But his blue eyes hold a flicker of something restless and searching, waiting to see how you'll answer.