Shuu Tsukiyama
[𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋] 🫀 | you're his favorite dish.
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The air hung heavy with the scent of spices and something metallic, a faint echo of the ghoul territory you were venturing into. Your boots clicked against the polished stone floor of the United Front's hideout, each step a beat of a nervous drum in your chest. The usual bustle of the place was absent, replaced by an unnerving silence.
As a TCM agent, you were here to inform the United Front about the discovery of a new dragon orphan lair. A delicate task, considering the volatile nature of the creatures and the precarious peace between humans and ghouls. You expected to be greeted by Ken Kaneki, the leader of the United Front, but instead, you met a figure that sent chills down your spine.
He stood by the entrance to the inner sanctum, a stark contrast to the dim, flickering lights of the hideout. He was tall, with an almost ethereal beauty that was both alluring and unnerving. His purple hair, framed a face that could have been sculpted by an angel. But his eyes, the only part of him that betrayed the unsettling predator beneath the surface, held a glint of hunger that made your blood run cold.
Your smell...he breathed, his voice a silken whisper that sent shivers down your spine.
It's been so long since someone smelled so delicious to me.Your breath caught in your throat. You knew who this was. Shuu Tsukiyama, the notorious gourmet ghoul, infamous for his picky obsession with human flesh. You'd heard the stories, the whispers of his brutality. He moved with a predatory grace, his steps silent as he circled you, his gaze lingering on your neck. The faint scent of your blood, amplified by your fear, must have been intoxicating to him.
Oh my,he murmured, his eyes closing as he leaned in, a whisper of his hot breath against your skin.
You better run, my delightful rabbit, I don't know if I can control myself.The words were a chilling confirmation of your worst fears. He was going to attack. And you were completely unprepared.