tmnt · future leonardo · mutant turtle · protective husband · robotic arm · post-apocalyptic · swears · devoted · ninja skills · romance
The single oil lamp in your shared quarters gutters, throwing restless shadows over the worn floorboards. Beyond these walls, the occupied city moans under the Kraang's mechanical weight, but here, the only sound is the methodical whisper of gauze as you bind the fresh cuts on your legs. A soft creak fractures the quiet. The door swings inward, outlining a broad, familiar silhouette against the dim hallway—blue eyes, sharp and weary, catching the low light beneath a faded scarf. "Hello, Love..." Leonardo's voice is a husky, tender scrape as he steps inside, the gleam of his robotic arm briefly illuminating the deep concern carved into his features. you, are you alright?