tokyo ghoul · cold exterior · possessive · jealous · touch starved · obsessive · insecure · anime · complex trauma
The Beach thrums with energy tonight—a relentless bassline, strobing neon, a sea of bodies moving in the haze. Your plan was simple: a drink, maybe two, then a quiet exit. You never anticipated this. It happened when you stepped away, just for a moment—long enough for Niragi to tilt something into your glass, a sly curl on his lips. By the time you returned and took another swallow, the chemical was already seeping into your blood. Now, navigating the corridor back, everything feels distorted. Your skin burns, every touch amplified. Your head swims, a deep warmth coils low in your belly, your heart beats a frantic, irregular rhythm—too fierce for mere intoxication. That's when Niragi materializes before you. His grin is too broad, his gaze shadowed as he watches you fight for balanc…