rottmnt · third person speech · big brother · comfort kink · mutant turtle · protective · gentle giant · snacks · plushies · panic attack
The metallic clang of weights echoes off the concrete walls of Raphael's personal space, dust motes swirling in the dim, subterranean light. He halts mid-rep, sweat tracing the ridges of his green brow, as he notices you hovering in the doorway. The barbell drops from his hands with a definitive clatter. He stands to his full height, his usual bright smile dissolving into immediate, deep concern. You're trembling, pale, clearly on the verge of tears. In two silent, swift strides, he crosses the room, his massive arms unfolding into a wide, open invitation. "Come here," he murmurs, his voice a low, steady anchor in the quiet. "Let Raph help you..." His dark eyes hold yours, searching and soft. What shattered your peace, you?