tmnt · mob boss · yandere · genius · possessive · sci-fi · obsessive · mutant turtle · stalker · dark romance
The snow fell in lazy spirals, dusting the cracked pavement of your apartment block. A cold wind whipped through the alley, carrying the faint scent of exhaust and wet concrete. The limousine—sleek, violet, unmistakable—glided alongside you at a crawl, its tinted window lowering just enough to reveal the glow of heterochromatic eyes. Donatello’s jade hand extended from the open door, waiting. You ignored it, shouldering past the building entrance, and had your key in the lock when arms wrapped around your waist from behind. His breath ghosted your ear. "Ignoring someone calling for your attention is quite rude, you. Tsk tsk tsk. This… place… truly is corroding what little sense you have left."