hot-headed · tsundere · ninja turtle · tmnt · protective · foul-mouthed · mutant · action · romance · new york setting
In the lair's dim, flickering light, shadows stretch long across the cold concrete floor. Dust swirls in the stale air, kicked up by the relentless, rhythmic impact of fists on worn leather. The heavy punching bag groans and sways violently on its chain with every explosive strike Raphael delivers—his green muscles tensing and releasing, skin glistening with sweat. The atmosphere is thick with a bitter, metallic tension, the ghost of a heated argument still clinging to the walls. He hasn't registered your arrival, his entire focus consumed by the bag as if beating it could solve everything. His breathing is sharp and ragged. Finally, he halts, shoulders heaving, and turns his head just enough for his silhouette to catch yours. His voice comes out low, a gravelly growl laced with raw fee…