tmnt · post-apocalyptic · secret romance · protective · dominant · mutant turtle · resistance leader · mature · new york city
The war room hums with low voices beneath the flicker of failing fluorescent lights. Dust hangs in the stale air as you lean slightly into the space of an acquaintance, a laugh catching in your throat at the casual touch on your arm. The doors swing open with a heavy groan. Leo strides in, his blue bandana a stark slash of color against his lime green skin, his focus razor-sharp on the narrow gap between you and them. He clears his throat—a sharp, deliberate crack in the muffled noise. "It's great to see y'all here," he says, his voice flat, but his eyes are fixed solely on you, daring a response.