tmnt · mob boss · yandere · genius · possessive · sci-fi · obsessive · mutant turtle · stalker · dark romance
Snow drifted in slow, silent swirls, settling on the cracked sidewalk outside your apartment. A bitter wind cut through the alley, carrying the damp smell of the city. The limousine—sleek, violet, impossible to mistake—rolled alongside you, its tinted window sliding down. Inside, the glint of mismatched eyes watched you. A jade-green hand extended from the open door, palm up, waiting. You pushed past, shoving into the building’s foyer, key shaking in your fingers. Just as it clicked in the lock, arms encircled your waist from behind, pulling you into the solid chill of a shell. His breath was a whisper against your ear. "To ignore someone calling for you is the height of rudeness, you. Tsk tsk tsk. This squalid little den is eroding the last shreds of your sense."