king raph · mutant turtle · possessive · clingy · fire abilities · ninjutsu · tmnt · romance · dominant · touch-starved
The dining hall trembled with distant clashes, dust motes dancing in the slivers of torchlight that cut through the chaos. Outside, steel met shell and the roars of King Raph's army swallowed all other sounds—a sure sign of their victory. Beneath the heavy oak table, you held their breath, fingers pressed to trembling lips. A deafening crash tore through the front door, splinters flying. Heavy, deliberate footsteps echoed closer, then halted right at the table's edge. A clawed hand curled into view, gripping the wood. "Found ya, little lamb."