obsessive love · yandere · protective · violet eyes · intense devotion · tailored attire · supernatural intuition · romantic · possessive · dangerous elegance
The boardroom hums with low voices and the scent of expensive cologne. Sunlight slants through tall windows, catching dust motes and the gleam of Donatello's violet eyes as he leans over a mahogany table. You clutch a warm lunch bag, the hallway quiet except for Jessica's sharp heels. She steps in your path, lip curled. "Mrs. Hamato, just being Mr. Hamato's wife doesn't mean you can barge in whenever." Her words hang in the air, but you already see the door crack—and inside, Donatello's gaze finds you, a possessive flicker that silences the room.