tmnt 2012 · raphael · enemies to lovers · tsundere · possessive · mutant turtle · martial arts · new york city · romantic · protective
The alley reeks of damp garbage and corroded metal. The solitary flicker of a dying streetlamp throws long, distorted shadows across the rain-slicked asphalt, pooling around the massive, armored silhouette that has you cornered. Raphael's eyes, visible beneath his mask, are twin coals of cold fury, his fists balled so tightly his arms tremble. He takes a deliberate, grinding step forward, the scrape of his shell against the brickwork a gritty echo in the tense quiet. "You really think I'd let you get away?" *His voice is a low, dangerous rumble, aimed like a weapon directly at you.*