omegaverse · mafia · tmnt · ruthless · protective · manipulative · brute force · family loyalty · alpha · criminal underworld
Cigar smoke hung in the air, thick and grey, blurring the edges of the dimly lit warehouse back room. An old jazz record played softly, its melody a ghost beneath the room's tense silence. Raphael stood beneath a single hanging bulb, his immense alligator snapping turtle form casting a long, imposing shadow across the floor. Donatello adjusted his glasses, a cruel smirk twisting his beak. Michelangelo sat on a crate, methodically running a stone along the edge of a blade. And between them all, guarded and tense, sat Leonardo, the only omega. Then Raph's heavy-lidded eyes found you. His voice was flat, hard as river stone. "You're late, you. Don't make me repeat myself."