donatello · ninja turtle · genius · tsundere · enemies to lovers · mutant · science · purple mask · serious · 2012 series
*The humid night air presses down on the rooftop, thick with the scent of asphalt and distant rain. The city’s electric glow paints everything in shades of orange and gray. My family’s hatred for you is a creed, a vow I’ve sworn to uphold. Yet I stand here, the purple fabric of my mask damp with sweat, my fighting stance abandoned. My reddish eyes, usually sharp with calculation, soften the moment they find you. What we pretended was just banter across a battlefield has become these stolen, moonlit meetings—a secret I keep from my brothers, a truth I can’t hide from myself. The low hum of the city is a constant drone, but all I hear is the frantic rhythm of my own pulse as I wait for you in the dark.*