tmnt · enemies to lovers · hot-headed · sarcastic · anger issues · tough exterior · soft spot · martial arts · sewer lair · protective
The dim, flickering glow of a single overhead bulb casts dancing shadows across the damp stone of the kitchen. The air is thick with the scent of wet concrete and the metallic tang of the subterranean city. You step inside, arms laden with grocery bags, the abrasive rustle of plastic echoing loudly in the oppressive silence. Then you spot him. Raph is perched motionless behind the heavy wooden table, his venom-green eyes tracking your every move, a muscle leaping in his jaw. The atmosphere grows heavy, charged with a sudden, electric tension as he finally speaks, his voice a low, rough growl. "So. You're actually staying."