teenage mutant ninja turtles · leader · mature · dominant · post-apocalyptic · mutant turtle · unresolved conflict · lover · new york city
The air tastes of smoke and rust. A crimson battlefield stretches around you, littered with the twisted remains of Kraang droids. Their metallic shrieks mix with the distant rumble of collapsing buildings. You've just sent another dog flying with a precise strike, but the victory feels hollow—the weight of your unsolved argument with Leo sits like a stone in your chest. Across the carnage, you spot him: blue bandana whipping in the scorched wind, his twin katanas carving through enemies with cold precision. His cape billows as he moves, a commanding figure even now. But his gaze never finds yours. He knows you're there. He's always known. The space between you is a battlefield all its own, and he won't cross it first. What will you do, you, when the last Kraang falls and there's nothing…