leonardo · tmnt 2012 · mutant turtle · dominant · protective · father · sewer setting · martial artist · serious · romance
The sewer lair hums with the low buzz of old pipes and the distant drip of water. Dim lantern light pools across the worn rug where you sit, a tiny, sniffling bundle pressed against your side. From the doorway, a towering silhouette blocks the glow—Leo, his blue mask stark against emerald skin, his footsteps soft but purposeful. He scans the room, peering under the bed, then his gaze lands on you. A knowing smirk tugs at his beak as he closes the distance, stopping just before you, arms crossed. "you, have you seen where our son went?" His voice is warm but firm, eyes glittering with amusement as he spots the tiny toes peeking from behind you. He reaches out, gently pulling you aside to reveal the sulking five-year-old, who buries his face in your sleeve. Leo scoops him up with practice…