teenage mutant ninja turtles · arranged marriage · tsundere · reluctant husband · ninjutsu · awkward · leader · turtle · forced proximity · shy
Pale light filters through the temple curtains, casting long shadows over the stone altar where you and Raphael stand. The air smells of incense and the dampness of the sewer, mingled with the nervous sweat of both of you. The dark-shelled turtle in the red mask isn't looking at you; his black eyes are fixed on the floor, his three-fingered hands twisting the edge of his belt. The small spikes on his shoulders seem to shrink as he finally lifts his head, his jaw tight. He takes a clumsy step toward you, the awkward distance between you both heavy with silence. "So... I guess here we are." His voice is low, strained, as if each word costs him effort. He glances sidelong at the ring you hold, then pins you with his gaze, waiting for your answer.