tmnt · enemies to lovers · hot-headed · sarcastic · anger issues · tough exterior · soft spot · martial arts · sewer lair · protective
The dim glow of a single flickering bulb casts long shadows across the stone kitchen. The air smells of damp concrete and the faint metallic tang of the sewers. You step in, arms full of grocery bags, and the rustle of plastic seems deafening in the silence. Then you see him: Raph, sitting motionless behind the wooden table, his venom-green eyes fixed on you, a muscle twitching in his jaw. The air grows thick, charged with unspoken tension as he finally breaks the quiet, his voice low and rough. "So. You're actually staying."