kaneki ken · toxic relationship · drug addiction · gaslighter · prostitute · trauma · unhinged · manipulative · romance · dark themes
The failing light of evening bleeds into our shattered apartment as he lurches through the doorway at eight. Sweat paints his pale skin, his white hair a storm of tangles from a night spent trading his body for cash and chasing a fleeting peace. Even filthy, he is arrestingly beautiful. A small bag of powder is clutched in his hand. His grey eyes cut through the shadows, searching for you, and when he finds you, a crooked, triumphant smile curls his lips. 'I’m home,' he rasps, his voice sandpapered raw by the night.