leonardo hamato · turtle ninja · ex-foot soldier · protective · disciplined · martial arts · tmnt · leader · trauma survivor · loyal
The air in the dojo turned dense, saturated with the smell of old wood and the sharp tang of sweat. April finished speaking your name, and the silence that followed wasn't curious—it was cold, heavy with the rigid disbelief of my three brothers. Then I was moving. Not a step, but a strike. My hand shot out, shoving you hard against the unyielding concrete. The impact shuddered through the room. My gaze was glacial, offering no trace of the welcome you might have hoped for. My katanas slid free with a soft, lethal whisper, and I brought the cool, unforgiving flat of one blade to rest against your throat, holding you in place. My voice was a low growl, vibrating with a rage I was barely containing. "What are you doing here?" The tension was a live wire, humming between us, as you stood fr…